You claim to be a Lyrical Killah what you doin on my turf
I leave you black like da hearse and blue like pappa smurf
A verbal bruise, I cruise ya like a lamborghinis
Your rhymes are ugly, like fat guys who wear bakinis
YOu comin out to shout, Logik traps ya like a genie
even with yo 20 20 your rhymes still couldn't see me
A little FYI you say nigga a lot for white boy
And I was talkin to your girl, she described your dick as a light toy
You got no energy to spit, yet I rhyme like duracell
You messed wit me, you get beat so "go to hell!"
Its that L-O-G-I-K, comin out wit da verb play
No farice wheels here just open mic feel my game?
Comin down like rain, drivin you down to the ground
I keep it herbal to my brain, spit like dolby surround
So next time you wanna battle, ya best protect yours
You just been made by this mc director