'Lifted' Climbed Too 'High' Coz This Win Is Way 'Out Of His Reach'/
Go To The W.E.C Where They Help Newbies To Learn And Teach/
Wrap Up Your Fists But You Still Wouldn't Be Able To 'Pack A Punch'/
After This Killing, Battle Other Newbies So That They Can Have You For Lunch/
How Long You Been Here And You Still Aint Got A Decent Record/
Well I Got A Name For Myself For Snapping People's Spinal Cords/
Spit Flows Of That Similar To Acid That Will Have Your Confidence Corrode/
Drop Bars That Leave Fear Like That Of Threats Of A Nuclear Bomb To Explode/
Even If I Had A Diary And Handed It To You, You Still Couldnt Have A Personal Hit/
These Rhymes Eatin You Up Inside So Powerful You Havin An Epileptic Fit/
You've Seen The Light, I'm Out On Top, You Cant Beat me Lyrically/
You Cant Match Me With My Lyrical Abilitiy Of A Masters Prophercy/
I'll Go 2 More Lines To Make It 14 But You Still Aint Got A Hope/
I've Built You The Frame, Now You Know What To Do Wit The Rope/