You must be on the can the way you spit
Cause you “drop” lines like a pile a-shit
I spit nice raps, too hot for mics, I melt ice caps
Like a fast food, cats love my taste, while your styles from
the internet copy and paste, so site that before you write back
It’s a “Given” I hit him wit danger rhythms, don’t get caught for plagiar-ism
Lyrical Method, stuck on his own “procedure”
When he kno the “conclusion” of this battle, he hav-ing seizures
Cause my “hypothesis” is always right
Support your rhymes wit stats (a.k.a. “data”) if you wanna prove you nice
So if you wanna “deliver”, you better be faster than the Pizza guy
If you was any weaker you’d be Jesus Christ…