The prophesized child, returned in the flesh//
Learned from the best, rap lyrics burned in my chest//
Yearned for a test, god's confirmed the request//
But all were devoured as the entire earth was impressed//
Spits come off a split tongue like a lizard's//
Vocabulary magic, shit spun like a wizard//
A therapudic adventure, amusement through pleasure//
No biting, so I require a removal of dentures//
Since my arrival no rival has been worthy of the title//
So I attack practical talk with magical thoughts//
Only a few have proven they can last at the top//
While my words have tied tongues in actual knots//
Practice a lot, if you got a plan to be great//
A word slip to one prick will get you slammed on ya face//
Chipped teeth and mince meat, i've made of average heads//
It's an easy decision in a battle for bread//
This isn't a rap game, it's money and food//
So I put serious hurt on the funniest dudes//
One day i'll bruise all those who keep tryin' ta match this//
Curse their names, burst into flames and rise from my ashes//
Although it seems impossible, best believe that i'm back//
Reborn from my own coals, the phoenix of rap//