Grindin weed's for pussies so my fingers crumble././
Cos like the lion i'm ahead of you, I'm the king of this jungle././
I spit rhymes to rumble like jackie in the Bronx, an I'm livin it up bustin rocks././
If ur the Illist I'm the realist so you resist to persist when I'm runnin up the block././
It may come as a shock so its your head I sock to beat some sense into you././
Feather, light or heavyweight, stand back cos its you I'm runnin through././

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I couldn't resist any longer (Thanks for the feedback lol)