so you call your self the creater..creator of what
because the verses that you drop, got me stuck//
my punches hit u hard, like a hokey stick and puck
my ryhmes will have you spinnin like what the fuck//
youve been in this rap game longer than me
and my shit still sounds better like ocean breeze//
so you accepted as a guest man why was that
maybe your were to afraid that your shit was wack//
or maybe it was cause your afraid of the big man stack
cuz my punches hit like thunder when they come intact//