Proliphik u annoy me, u make my lips twitch/
As i send lyrical bombs u stand stupid scared to spit/
Im verbally equipped to send u packing/
U react like a shit quater back...victim to constant sacking/
So Londons dun where u from is they all dumb i ask u?/
U thick fuck ur passin grade in ur GCSE's got no higher than U/
And i'll send u 6 feet South fo runnin that mouth/
U can react to me coz i'll be above/
But i'll always be above u, face it, it's what im about/

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