I ain't scared to lose, cause losses ignite me fire/
iron you like a tire, spin you in 'g' flat, n feed you back through my wire/
you can annoit me sire, because my lines consist of kings/
my royalty will Justify ya shivers, one glance at my pants, ya girl wanna test her tongue rings/

sit down, J, I ain't finished, I'm broadcasting my own station/
You musta just started freebasin', cause you ain't cook ya lines right/
when I hand you the mic after basking in my limelight/
you drop tha muthafucka like a hot potato because Kizza made ya braincells break out with stage fright/

good luck to justify