aight, here's my spit

It’s too late to be nice so I’m gonna be blunt//
You’ve got your panties pulled up in a bunch//
I’ll tear you a new one and then we’re gonna see//
Who in this game is the better MC//
I don’t even need to listen to your spit//
Just like you, It’s chock full o’ shit//
You call yourself a rapper but you got no grace to save//
You’ve even got 2-pac spinning in his grave//
You stare me in the eye but it’s my hands you need to watch//
Before you even realize, you’re in a headlock.//
My lyrics are heard from sea to shining sea//
I had hip-hop in my head before you came to be//
The closest you will ever come to being in the light//
Is on “Operation” after the lyrical fight//
I’ve ripped you wide open. Exposed to the world//
You can’t say that’s shrinkage, it’s not even cold//