I gotta hunch i'll have to bunch ma punches, to munch on this punchin' bag/
i'm not tryin' to brag but i'll drag this slag, an send 'em back in a doggie bag/
ma punches are invincible... meta's untouchable... flow's like a ritual/
you're beats are unstable... i'll rhymes are fable... you're unable to enable flows that are stable/
you're a disabled emcee, you plea on you're knees an' still disagree, but it's guaranteed/
whoop de' whoopie, you can't fuck wit me, to a certain degree, ma beats be freein' debris/
my METHOD's a vision of medical precision, just try to invision an asteroid collision/
that's me droppin' a bomb, i'm rap's vietnam, you're an ant an' you pant on ma palm/
you're a LYRICAL mess, who doesn't possess the power to progress, keep you're rhyme's supressed/
you know i'm the best, i'm LYRICALLY blessed, an i protest to detest this contest an' suggest.../
you're out of you're league, Vanilla Ice wannabe, you don't have the fatigue to keep up wit me/
you thought of bein' a disc jockey, cos you're rappin' is rocky, or even take up hockey/
An' did you notice i didn't feed off you're beats, i'm plantin' the seed that'll lead to outgrow this dickweed/
my speed is indeed intertwinin' ya, definin' then combinin' rhymin' words/
a started at the bottom of the ladder primin', but now i'm climbin' up/

ma ali floatin' crunchin' punches knocked you tha' fuck out homeboy/
a swingin' stingin' pimp slap when deployed would damn destroy you/
whats wit the look of displeasure, don't you treasure, seein' ill rhymes flowed with leisure?/

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