My flow infiltrates your border, throwin you cats in the corner
Unfortunately for ya, I’ll kill your flows and shout, “get a lawyer!”
I’ll lyrically ignore ya, I’ll finish you off with flammable cuts
You wondering how I manage to bust, rhymes that you literally can’t touch
You feelin me yet? You get the picture? Im amazingly flavery
I’ll take the meaning from your name and embrace you with slavery
Yo, why has your name got in it the word “ultra”?
My rhymes will catapult ya, and force you to change your culture
I’ll verbally assault ya, technically exploding on the mic
I misunderstand what you write, you tryin to keep up with the fight, but im getting the impression that you don’t even “believe in the hype”