Im a part of the flow. You just slow. The shit you throw. You sound like a snow blower. With all ya teeth rattling. Im gonna cut ya down like a lawn mower. And im going to keep rapping, Until you cracking. All the kids asking, who's he the king of attatching. You explain to me that if I dont exceed to what you want me to be Ill just be recounting. And Extracting all the irritating knowledge. Exactly. See im going to be spitting rhymes out like fire. And if you dont believe me Ill show the aching painful truth of who I am and what Im going to show and what I desire. Maybe I didnt grow up in a hostile world like you did so what. But Im going to show you that these scales arent brekable. Lady, if you want to go lests go. Im believable. All you rappers are trying to tear me down like labels.