Kicking out the phat rhymes whenever I'm in the mood//
Move on over, boy I'm turning on the AMPLITUDE//
We both know this is over so be a man don't whine//
You never had a shot up against my BASELINE//
You're know that you're blown out just like a faulty socket//
Nothin left to do but watch me blast off in this ROCKIT//
I can see you're running out of steam, this much I have surmised//
Your beats are whack, your rhymes are flat, your voice is SYNTHESIZED//
Now I think I'm going to eat some sushi with wasabi//
You got that, boy? It's over, chump. Just go home KIMOSABE//