I SIT BACK AND WRITE FLOWS RELENTLESS, IN LIKE TEN MINUTES.
FORCAST OF MY REIGN IS ENDLESS, YOU SHOULD REPENT BITCH.
MAYBE GET PUT ON MY HIT LIST, YOU TO CAN RECEIVE THE DEATH KISS. FROM THE YOUNG ALL-OUT PRINCE, RAPBATTLES WON'T BE THE SAME HENCE FORTH. AND YOU ASK IS CASE HOT, MAN HE'S A TORCH. THATS THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH, SUBJECT TO NOTHING BUT THE WORDS STAND AS PROOF. CHUMPS DISAPEAR LIKE SPOOF WHEN I GET THE JUICE TO CONSTRUCT ANOTHER LINE, POST ANOTHER RHYME. WORKING OVERTIME TO EXPAND MY MIND, ENHANCE THE GRIND, UPGRADE THE SHINE. IN A MATTER OF TIME THE WORLD WILL BE MINE.