know your place, spekta's fist'll speak
in ya face, where his punches gonna be
still new to RB, but not a n00b MC
he'll kill 100 cats, no number's too plenty
coz this guy takes all on, attacking with rhymes
spittin faster than law defines, defracting time's shine
elegeant like wine, harsher that smackin and wackin combined
no slackin, spekta keeps on comin he'll strike
he fights with words and leaves a bloody mic