My train of thoughts run you over when you on my track
Meaning I'm serving you on and off the court with what I spat.
And I dare u not to put the beef back on the meat rack.
Yo weak black roasting acting like you raw,
U is a naobi impostor cos yous not sure. While I'm on point like I'm sitting on d scoreboard
Swinging war swords slashing up all u wack guys
Rap wise, I wear u out like running up d hill.
Fatigue is not d issue, u get tired(tyred) by four wheels
I've got no elastic limit I won't yield.
I've got d game sealed, controlling it my foot is on the pedal
Beefing show promoters who always try to meddle
Like floating particles in pure water we won't settle d ladle
Get flesh, I execute d mind hit rewind it, Heads do dat whenever I spit.
Without their fingers in my toilet they feeling my shit.
I emerge from the mist mr lyricist with d urge.
To start a movement so all u real heads converge
So we can purge the industry like we fed em laxatives
Cash flow, only real rappers see stacks of it, relax a bit
I know u feeling edgy cos u ryhme bite
U got the lemon and d torch I got d limelight.
So read d sign right before u battle MOD
Cos when I'm done I ma sign right on ur POP.
I'm on TOP, bite me and suffer indigestion
U r not objective like multiple choice questions.
U buy ass like u patronising hoes
I'm killing foes leave em fucked up like free shows.
Like Illbliss and em I'm a thorough-bred breed
And there's a need for u to take ur leave.
Like the neighbourhood dope man selling wet weed
Stay like jodeci and stand d risk of getting Jet Li'd.
I don't knock I barge in so call me major interference
I've come to make mcs mum like one of my parents.
My appearance at a show got my foes darting
Cos they make me laugh hard like 30 mins of Martin.
I'm making more headlines than cornrows and partings.
While u be puffing shit gas like greedy people farting.
Most times when I'm done with it u scared of starting.
I put my heart in d game, blood plus my soul
Like a surgical transplant my lyrics and my flow
Got me more hugs than skillful soccer players scoring goals.
I'm hungry like snoop in d deep cover of death row.
So I eat rappers like they made of egg rolls.
Keep it real types always have to learn to let go
I keep it real for me not just cos one young punk said so
My manifesto's first name says I rock
I'm d head of state here to leave u in a state of shock (what).