your a lyrical prophet so how could you not see
its my very first spit but ill claim victory
swashbuckling pirate, battling raging seas.
i'll remain calm and smash your prophecies.
they say that the captain stays fast with the ship
but this ship aint sinking, heavily equipped
cannons blast apart every line that you spit
your flags half mast, raps half assed,
so pathetic causing even my parrot to laugh.
but i'll now take it back to the streets
where at least you can stand on your feet to compete
untill you feel my heat, relentless beat
of my heart, smothers you up like wool sheets
and ill feast on every punch that you throw
ill go blow for blow until you start to slow like molasses,
ill lay down over johnny cash's greatest hits,
or elliot smith, as he's slittin his wrists
and stabbin his heart, and like him i wont miss
as i play my part, and cross you off my hit list,
cuz this shits through, and i'll have to resist
from hunting you, full scale search for binladin
so thank you, and let the best man win.