Your Ass Died, When Kredit Took Your Name In Vain...
With Intellectual Rhymes, And Indescribable Lines, I’ma Do The Same...
Cos My Bars Are Bubbly, Like A Glass Of Expensive Champagne...
Yours Go Bust, Like A Government Raid For Cocaine...
But Enough, With The Brilliantly Attained Self-Glorification...
And In Turn Mock This Hideous Mutant Of The Devils Creation...
Your Illiterate Ass Is Just Decoration, A Weak Example Of Imitation..
Whereas I Fill the Room With Extraordinary Fascination, beating me?..
More Chance Of A Atypical Jay And Nas Collaboration...
Cos Your See, Your Rhymes Are As Weak As The Towers...
You Crash To The Ground, When Intimidated By Superior Powers...
A Peace n’ Quite Bed, Of Magnificent n’ Nearly Beautiful Flowers...
Until I Come And Burn You Away, With My Words Of Acidic Showers...
I'ma Pull Your Skirt Up, Better Thing "Fast"...
I'm "Furious", Like a Destructive A-Bomb Blast...