Motherfuckers hate the fact that I spit the blazin' raps//
Battling me is improbable, like Helen Keller playin' tag//
Chains get snatched, you're maimed and slapped, opposition gets knocked with quickness//
I pass all tests with flying colors, like if superman dropped a prism//
The hottest spittin' towards the competition and sets get scarred//
I got a restless heart while piercing chests with darts//
I fold crews in half, just like a deck of cards//
So who wants to test the shark lurking in the background//
Bitch, who's wack now? 'Cus I just pulled that lyrical mack out//
I'm the motherfucker that's got more dope lines then a crack house//
So unless you want me to lay the smack down niggas, best back down//