For sure....who want war with this angry young black man/
Got babies by three different ladies and they all LITTLE MEN/
So trust that I rhyme with the STRENTGH OF MY SONS, indeed/
So let me impregnant this thread and birth a new style like a SEED/
Dis nigga still think u can surpass me? you’re higher than helicopters/
You aint got the patience to outlast this lyrical doctor
rhyme M.D. mixing styles together getting reactions like chemistry/
Ya phony alchemy imitates but doesn’t flatter me /
Metaphors and similes assault and batter ya whole anatomy/
Ya minds frail and tattered g, bout as powerful as a 9 volt battery/
Kats as wack as reborn end up tragedies/
Tryin to battle me? couldn’t win in scrabble, If I spotted ya my whole vocabulary/
My styles vary that’s why every adversaries temporary/
Ya need balls to come at me, ya bout 1/10th my left testicle/
If ya had alzheimers I’d still be unforgettable/
Inept vegetable leave ya rotting in a trash receptacle/
Think you the NEW rap DON? hit you with roast beef that’s indigestible/
Ya bit off more than you can chew, I’m spittin on you like my fans do/
Ya shit is bland dude, in fact most cats cant even stand you/
Now it’s agreed that I succeed where sucka punks fail/
I just ripped ya up like fuckin junk mail/