Mediocre emcees marvel at my magnificence
It's no co-incidence you're reduced to insignifcance
It's not that I despise you, this is business man, not personal
But stepping to Proliphik's like WitchDoctor's put a curse on you
You're running over who? Ain't got enough tread in your Firestones
It's getting kinda chilly, cos you JUST ain't spitting fire, homes,
You f*cked around and called me out, you upped and took the wrong lane
I spit hot flames, and I got game like I'm LeBron James
You got heart, kid, I'll give you that, but you'll never be in my class
What's the point in having heart when your skills have had a triple by-pass?

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