You Like Alex Trebec your rap career's in Jeopardy
I've been sent here to cleanse ur lyrical leprosy

I let my words go to your head and create mind control
Re-enact an excorcism so nobody finds your soul

Like Ray, i'll still have talent, even when i'm blind and old
Dont think of me as clay.. you can never bind this mold

Ur rhymes dont phase me they like ur height
at a theme park u dont measure up for this ride

I feel sorry for u, u suffer from child neglection
causin depressin...ya parents were better off adoptin a kid who's breathless

I peep ur style u rap like u hooked on phonics
And I'll make u "cross the border" like "Mr. and Boo-Bonic"

U still learnin u rappin wit a learner's permit
aint good or old enough to write witout another person

nigga u couldn't "roc a mic" if u had "Just Blaze"
on some Arnold Schwarzanegger sh!t this is yo End of Days

U goin against a nigga that'll leave u a spiritual disaster
I'll have u cryin like Tiger Woods at the Masters

U illiterate nigga I know exactly why u procrastinate to post
You Hope u win by default too much Twista and Faith in ya flow
its really ridiculous this nigga rap like he waitin on Saint Nicholas
I''ll bless ya flow from the start just like a baby christenin
So basically I consider u a no-show homo I’m movin on to real comp
I’m tired of these “Young Bucks” just add another one to get “Stomped”

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THE A.K. MC.............

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.