Give me more than 10 lines, could have left you with permanent scar lines/
I watch the supposed child at play,its a lot hotter than mild in the play pen today//
Cos the toy soldiers are reanimated, the ammunition creates the attrition/
You got a battle for me? Jus save it, I'v already been hated so I stay on a mission//
I rhyme you into submission out of your own volition, i am the contract/
Sign on the dotted line, Guarantee you won't react, your pen already starts to retract//
Recline for the intended crime, Naturally inclined to entrench your inclination/
Heed my rhyme vocation, Imma bout to instill a new creed cos i respect innovation//
Remember the name : Prophetic, Remeber i foresaw your career amouting to nothing beyond pathetic/
There I said it, "play"time is over, Its coolin down now as you face my cold shoulder//