yo if u front i'll snap and lose it/
u'll get more beats than music/
u can read my lines but dont use it/
cuz u aint safe on the microphone homes/
u betta write ur own poems/
or get ur dome blown/
or put in a boot camp/
im the new champ/
im not the type to go out like a food stamp/
i'll erase u like pencil marks/
when my utencil sparks/
yo my rhymes ppl are jonsin/
cuz im known to spit poison/
I’ll plug u like wires/
make u quit the rap shit to hand out flyers/
step to this and get ran over with my tires/
I got more conection than a phone/
While I make g’s ur askin the bank for a loan/
So leave me alone b4 I rip u like the microphone