::The Flow::

You are about to become the fifth mark to my streak, don't even speak bitch shut your beak, you have no technique, and your shit is weak, when I spit its unique //
Noone dares to critique me, just try and ill bust you in the cheek and make ya shreik, just watch that blood leak, no more emceeing for you you'll be in a damn boutique //

::Mix-Up::
Here im like a mutha-fuckin dictator, There are none that are greater, some may think im the creator, so don't be a hater //

::The Flow::
When I grab the mic I amaze, Tryna outdo me is like entering a neverending maze, I put my opponents in a DAZE, How do you expect to beat me when you have less flava than Happy DAYS //
I never spit a dull phrase, I set my oppponents a-blaze, I make them feel the haze, those are my ways, your a shitty emcee so like I said before start tieing those bouquets //