I’m a hip-hop head and I’m ahead of my time
I go head to head to head with
Anybody cause like the news I bring headlines
Some are big headed
But they suck like when I get head
So I disconnect the mic so they can never go next
They give me cold shoulder
Don’t have my back like Shoulder blades
The love in their heart must be trapped in the rib cage
I get sick to ma stomach
They’re absolutely wack
They should be like me write rhymes that are abstract
Instead they waste lines thinking they hip
They make an ass out of themselves for thinking they on some shit
Don’t have the balls to bring it through, they’re rhyme are predictable
Cum and go like a typical little prick would do
It’s stupid when dudes get
Faker than a boot leg
They like nuns the difference is they on their knees to beg
You tripping like you been ankle tapped
You don’t have sole you
Defeated understand all that
You probably don’t cause you so wack
I’m gonna leave with toe tag
Written Pro’s back