Just when you wanted to run away, hide, and bye your time,
Comes an artist that's knocking up more bars than Shyne.
granmastr may try and think your an MC who's hot,
Only MC in your title is the MCDonalds job you got.
My ryhmes are so ill, your riskin your Health'N'Aid,
even if i aint got competitors i still spit for Months'N'Days
See when I open my mouth flames come out and leave you Scorched'N'Blazed,
Even the spit that follows it is sure to leave haters Lynched'N'Hazed
See my lyrikal skill is Geneticaly-Enginered Enhanced'N'Prone,
Beat a battler once, then he's scared to increase~his~tone