I'm gonna guarantee
You lack COMPLEXITY when ya NEXT TA ME,
With the strength of my punches,
You'll think I'm the NEXT ALI.

You say you're a WORDPLAYA,
Well, then call me the WORDKILLA,
I murder each LINE 'bout four TIMES,
Cause I am the rap ATTILA.

The heat of these lines I bring,
Cause more smoke than HYDROPONIC,
When the SHIT that you gon' SPIT
Will sound like Alanis and "IRONIC".

In the world of rhyme,
I'm on it, battlin' my way up to the top,
Why would you accept this challenge,
When you're just gonna be BEGGIN me to stop?!

"No, please, Konfuzed,
I quit, cause you're on FIRE,
I'll never battle again,
After THIS beating, I'm gon' RETIRE"

Most people will think I'm less,
While they think you're so much more;
And that's a bigger mistake
Than draftin Bowie first in '84! (over MJ)

By most of the verse vets,
I guarantee, my rhymes are HATED,
But all the WHILE, I bring STYLE,
Prove to these HATERS I'm UNDERRATED.

Shit, these WORDS ain't from the BIRDS
That you're used to rappin against,
Since you's the PLAYA, I guess I'm the COACH,
And I say your ass is BENCHED.

You hear that, son?
I said you's ridin the pine pony,
You're an alto, I'm a Soprano,
And you're gettin whacked like my name was Tony.

I'ma go ahead and label this
As the "up the river" BATTLE,
Cause's you're in "de Nile",
Plus, up Shit Creek, without a PADDLE.