Why you fronting, acting tough,
When my rhymes are about to get you smacked up
You confuse words, lyrically
When you read my shit, it hurts you physically
Start twisting and turning, you can’t slap back
But that’s ok, get used to this shit, it’s my concept
Don’t get me wrong I aint trying to be no hot shot emcee,
But if it involves battling cats like you, I am the next level, visibly
I never got hit by radiation, but when you attack me I release Hulk, no misinterpretation
It brakes free, turning me into a supernatural emcee.
All the forces in the world couldn’t brake through my core,
I am the master of the metaphors,
You think guns are cool, they make you the G’, your miniature
that’s the explanation for the gun in your signature,
But cats like you need to front,
Prove your taught for all to see
Am gonna twist your shit, prove that you’re just a wack MC