When I spit on the mic, my supporters say I'm the greatest
Who you know attack the beat with no hesitation?
You not hot as me, you all the way down
That's why you frown, you can't have my crown
You can't get under my skin, you will fail
Who you trying to guide?
Get out my countenance, you not my tutor or teacher
In my castle, I watch my haters crash
They smash because of my lyrical powers
I'm a king in my tower
I'm the don, you have to nod and cannot yawn
People who hate me, I isolate from them
“Life ain't the game that it seems to be.”
Words from Prodigy, rest in peace