Right When I Clutch~The~Mic You Get up~and~try to run~and~hide//1
Fun~Aside, I'm Like An 'Autopsy' Proving you don’t hate the guts~to~fight//2

My cannon~bitch is slammin~his with slanderous mandarin~spits//3
I’m nimus~kid I’leave you ‘2000’ feet ‘beneath’ the ‘core’ and I’m not ‘cannibus~dig//4


The Smartest, Hardest, While From Ill, you’re like medicine, the farthest//
evil I harness, ya trash, so when I take out the garbage peeps will know its ya carcass//


I'll Spar~Your~SquadIn The Parking~Lot ‘Drop the beat’ and force your heat~to~stop//7
All my ‘punches have to land”, cuz ‘X marks~the~spot”//8

But I'm Flyin~To~Bombard~Ya~Spits/[b], Like uno, its [b]time~to~diss~card~this bitch//9
I'm Defiant~With~Hardened~Scripts, Cuz god is no ‘big challenge’ like ‘some~giant~retared~kids//10