Good luck

I said “good luck” cuz I wanna battle, and your askin if I “would fuck”
Leavin your “hood shook” im poppin nines u askin if you “should duck”
Shit, you must be “krazy” to think such a bad emcee could blaze me
Shit son, you don’t even phase me, im prodigy, everyone tries to contemplate me
I love seeing your grifriendf in that blue thong
Cuz you been telling your crew that “getting jiggy wit it” was a new song
I am reppin the frist amendment ratified, you better hide
I leave political matters blind, cuz I got your skills 1000 times magnified
I’m a criminal, cuz my tactics are pivotal
Inner state is subliminal, cuz my mic skills are cynical
Coverin political syllables that make your tongue invert
My Lyrical “sting” hurts, I am beatin you wit “big words”