~say he poor from the street but he stay reppin the akademik tag/
~wrong word on my block ya ride home be the paramedics in a bag/
~i be like a ghost that strolls through ur dreams every night/
~straight winnin this batlle wit out a struggle or fight/
~cuz i be like hannibal lector i eat yah brains and face/
~but after i chewed u up i spit u out cuz u didn't have no style or taste/
~cuz i'm not a rapper I'm more like a lyrical mind demon/
~battle me u fucked urself and left urself lyin in ur own pile of semon/
~so nexttime u wanna battle remember what the fuk i'm about/
~no do like ludacris say and roll the fuk out/