These are your last words, there aint gonna be no Big Opes sequel//
unlike 1 plus 1, us 2 aint equal//
I just robbed this win from you like lyrical criminals//
my rhymes will have you see the light like biblical miracles//
I elevated to excellence, been there, done that, and past it//
I spit rhymes that'll burn your throat like Citrious Acid//
thinkin I wont attack you is like lightin a fire and expectin it not to burn//
you checked in, thats it, now its your point of no return//
your better off with your cock in your hand//
cause your just playin with yourself if you think our equality stands//
Ima school you cause my punches come in courses//
I'll burn you up with more rhymes then natural resources//
the Freestyle God, my lyrical skill will never supside//
cause when Jesus walked on water, I raced him to the other side//
while you smell foreskin i smell another win//