Hypnotic, that's a good name to keep,
Cause when you on the mic, people are put to sleep.
Your rhymes are useless, like a pocketwatch with out the chain,
I bet you think you're Superman, but you ain't Lois Lane.
When will you realise you gotta have skills to be an MC?
My lyrics got you spinnin' round like a 12-inch LP.
My raps hit your brain like a shot from a sniper,
You got people running away for you, the reverse Pied Piper.
Take my advice boy, make this battle your last one,
Cause if you keep on rapping, you'll get to meet Big Pun.