Every rapper wanna rap about gunz, drugz,
And money like their not rappers but thugz//
I'm here to rap about real things like Kanye West,
But i know that to be a rapper u gotta have Smith n West//
On yo' chest u gotta wear a vest like u're scared of 50,
Shots from sum1 like if u're who when 10cent's minused from 60//(scared like 50 Cent)
Anywayz check it.......
My skillz are so ill; i can do God's will,
Includin' dismissin' any emcee from dis' battle field// (killin' dem')
I'm usin' my rhymes as weapons of mass destruction,
And inevitable shields and barriors of protection//
I'll end yo' career as fast as an eviction,
From dis' battle field i'll send u to get a Order Of Protection// (Against me)
Most emcee are fake; they only rap about money and prostetution,
Like if their the owners of a money or prostetutional orginization//
These rappers are just fake; they need to be detected, disfigured and hopefuly reconstructed,
Like a new building after the blueprint is skeched and edited//
I'm a Rhythmically Accentuated Poet, dat's whippin' bitches with sonnets,
And providin' all sucker emcees with a whole lot-a-regrets//
My lyrics keep blazin' and illin' like Run-Dmc and Kanye West,
To put u aside like an 'Heart Attact' after 'Cardiac arrest'//
I got poisionous gasses and u're a pest,
Dat's irritatin' but causin' me to be and produce the illest// (illest flows)
Dis' is just a lilttle something; come back fo' de' rest,
And make sure dat' u wear yo' bullet proof; and lyrics proof vests// Aimin' fo' ya'.......