maybe my power won't defeat you
but my jaw and teeth are lyrically inclined, so i'm about to eat you
right after i beat you
over the head 100 times with my cleet shoe
mutha fucka, I'll make you break out like soda and grease
Devoted to speech and how it flows over the beats
I roll deep holdin heat like the code of the streets
Reloadin my piece while faggot rappers like you go to police
Yo I use more force than even Yoda can teach
Try to counter my opponents but the total decreased
Flows released until every last foe is deceased
Build a throne from the bones of the bogus and weak
So if you ever pick-up a mic to beef or to diss
You'll cease to exist before the metal reaches your lips