yo i dun't got time to quote, my rhymes are off the hook-yeh i guess it's that time to gloat/
as i find this rhyme in back of my mind and begin like i'm gonna clear my throat/
my fears are NOPE, dun't have any-MC's i burned MANY/
a wordsmith with lyrics that'll turn niggas to mutes-then i serve kenny's/
reverse the speed burst of lebron, and take it back-quickly/
cutastrape the one man one army seargeant wup that ass-strictly/
for the love of hiphop, and the taste i got in my mouth/
which is a bad one, like cocane drips but the rock isn't found/