Haters dissing my flow but what do they know?
You writing me off cause I write like I'm white?
But where is you at? Where ya chain, where ya trap?
I write on the real, even though it is white, am I right?
I might talk about lit but my flow is legit:
I'm dropping the hammer, not queing the quit --
Calling Big KRIT, cause he know I'm the Spit:
Can't remember a time when the crown didn't fit
Biters done bit and my flows gave em fits:
Locking the game like it's chained at the Git cause I rip
Phone booths in half, go head do the math:
I'll break out the Supes if you mess with this Kent
State of affairs, waving guns in the air:
"Betta die for this flag or your grave right there"
I'll lay kryptonite on ya crypt tonight
Cause I ain't got a heel like Achilles nowhere
Dare you to try me, just can't deny me
I stimey and blimey, you cannot out-rhyme me
Bars so deep I rap genius myself. Like in Elf:
Yo throne is just lies, ain't got family ties
Clap back to the future: foreseeing my wealth
Biff to my Marty, go learn how to spell:
I’m already the G, so take this L