its easy to see im the illest emcee in the streets// to dope for the industry, cuz im alwayz bringin the heat//when i take out a .44 theres gonna be more dead, get a headache from wankstas//take it out, and put it in your head//rippin haters like paper, so fuck you if you hate me// face me, im ill enuff to give your dogs rabies//emcees get slain and splattered when they fuckin brains get batterd, insane ass rapper// but im the best, thats all that matters//i spit lyrical fire, spit lyrical shells galore// even if they miss you, i'll still murder you with metaphors//put several more in ya chest until you admit im the best// aint no competition, i know im better than all the rest//

theres no way you can win in a battle of you and I, matter of fact, you got a better chance of living thru suicide/ lyrical soulja, ya flows are sober and dead/ my words are a mighty river, that "flows over your head"/ my blows to ya head strike harder than white lightning, im frightening, with unique skillz that are actually worth biting/ but dont try me, or ya talent gets crashed like trade centers/ shoot ya so fast ya heads rotatin faster than plates spinnin/ so listen, close and i wont have to mention again, the danger of testin ya weak ass flows against the prince/ of rappin that is, so dont get it twisted at all/ cuz if you get hurt fuckin wit me, then homie, you are at fault/