Okay now old king kole its time to de-throne ya/
Ya style leaves the mic cold givin the next nigga numonia/
How the fuck can you say ya rhymes are complex/
You got people lookin for punches with milk bottle specs/
Cos they're worse than invisible, they're non existant/
Quit shootin blind fury hopein for punches being persistant/
I know how to rap, and all you can do is let ya jaw drop/
Cos every punch i throw's guaranteed to make ya heart stop/
I hit you like a needle bitch, you missin the point of impact/
I use words so big you procrasinate away and from the mic u detact/
If ya shit weren't so simple to diss I'd give ya a bit of credit/
But I know that everythin u say 'bout me...I done already said it/