Y'all never unheard of the words to drop in my lyricism//
It’s virgin to your ears and tongue, straight never heard of them//
I discharge lyrics with enough voltage to knock an emcee dead//
Shock the taste out of your mouth, shut you up for whatever you said//
You just playing the hype man in this game of underground rap//
Not no pro, just straight all star, sporting my logo on your baseball cap//
I work the graveyard shifts with my rusty, bloody, busted up shovel//
My rhymes be digging you six feet under anything that’s not on my level//
Lyrically expose your life secrets to your rap careers’ weakness//
Biting rhymes and regurgitating them up as your own is your only uniqueness//
Generally, plastic toy emcees get burnt up when they ignite my authority//
I got majority while you lack the proper proportion like a group of minorities//
The only title you’re going to make for yourself after battling me…//
Is the one printed weekly in your local newspaper’s o-bitch-uaries//