It's clear who'll win this battle's over before it begin/
'Cuz basically, facing me, EMERGE is facing his end/
So how bout this? You can tell cats that when I was smacking on you/
Trashing on you, and bashing on you it was just practice on you/
So it was all in fun when my fist rushed in, your ribs crushed in/
When my primal urges EMERGES and leaves your blood gushing/
So after my verse is spit, in the earth you get/
Murk you quick, next time I hope someone EMERGES who's worth my wit/
Someone who's only hope aint to take my verse and surgeon it/
Verdict's in: EMERGE just typed "hot rhymes" into Google now he's searching it.