We can match wits to wits //
We can battle this wit true Eloquents//
We can collide in my reality//
Where again I’m still tha illest femcee//
You spit your words at me an I inhale//
I spit my game at you an begin to prevail//
Who circumcised you it looks like a night crawler//
Wanna come at me talkin bout you a big baller//
I can sit back wit a blunt an straight puff//
I'm like Pringles once you pop you can't get enough//
I spit wit some chemistry//
Mixed wit a lil Hennessey//
Obviously it’s a prophecy//
That you can NEVER handle me//
Killer instincts, I’m an assassiness//
Eyes wide shut wit a deadly kiss//
Your knowledge is your belief//
You hold the key, but I’m tha thief//