i aint sufferin but when i do i automatically boost my vitality,
i'll knock you out so bad, you'll forget that this is reality,
actually, im one of the illest mc's in the UK, to see me you gotta pay,
you cant say shit, so jus move outta my way,
i remix my rhymes puttin in delay, when i kill you everyday,
to make you get critical tooth decay,
my rhymes puzzle your brain with hints of lyrical perplexity,
kang, you should just quit rhymin and go for studying hysterectomy, dont lecture me
im clearly pointing out all of your lyrical flaws,
you could do metaphorical backflips and still take 2 days for you to get some applause, i settle the scores
your lyrical chords will leave me bored
im layin down more than you can afford and im gettin you floored,
my metaphors, are unreadable, unspeakable
my vocabs scientifically dope and insanely unbelieveable