Im a sharpshooter recruiter// you aint good enough to join my crew with you wack manouvers.
Your lyrical skill doesnt penatrate my skull you looser// your spit bounce off, like im a well trained soilder.
My style never seems older// unlike yours, smell your brain burn out like solder.
When you thinking of a line, your mind spark like a welder// cus you cant think straight cuz im an overwhealmer.
I use my pressence to overcome you from the start// I lure you to batle then a reach and grab your heart.
Like Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom// I tear you heart out, turn it around and show it to you.

When you loose you'll be gloomey, like dark clouds that be loomin, over your head they form me ready to be sharpshooting// with my gun trained, im zooming, in on you, you thought you knew me, its all over kid cuz im a fucking looney.
I turned your name back around and used it against you// Like a lyrical gun with my ryhme I will shoot you.
So instead of worrying about what lines you gonna spill// id be more worried about who's sniping you to kill.

Im xl4real I dont fuck around// X, like a crosshair pointed at your brow// L, stands for leak as I bust through your crown// 4 REAL for the steal as it knocks you to the ground.