Your words wouldn't be deep...in a bottle beneath the sea
Quelude is pure emcee...Ant's mediocre textcee
Who even as a father..wouldn't possess the word's to bless me
Ya chest can't hold enuff breath to utter a threat against me
I'm real emcee..if needed I'll truck your entire infantry
Defeat you in battles mentally..and beat you unconcious physically
Your beneath me like the soles of my feet..you always will be..
You must don't have no sensory pads on your hands if you don't feel me.