Verse 1:

Let me let my style go’a, wit Nile flo’a
Then I’ll throw a style that rocks like balboa
I’ll show ya how I touchdown like end zones
Bend bones on them clones who get the big head like down syndrome
(So whats ya hat sizes), wet you up like baptize
All these wack guys get me pea’d
Never made a cent cus so im hard to smell
You will fail cus you roll wit shady cats like gargamel
Battle me, why even challenge dame
Invalid lame, you need to CB4 like Allan Pain
My talons reign like a cumulus
Man if he’s new to this, im comin atom like a nucleus
No shottin this not even if you let the techs voom
Inject fumes that reck rooms like that dec tune
Decompoze freakin flo’s son remember the rhyme
While that chats I implant like a assembly line

Verse 2:

You get no wins when I close in, with spoken explosion
You couldn’t hang with clothespins
Compoze in the house, so remain in the place to be
You couldn't escape if your name was Jermaine dupri
Its plane to see when I kick up a wicked rhyme
Getting mine on ticket fines, strikin like a picket line
Or a boycott, employ plots that destroy spots
Sit back and enjoy props, while your convoy flops
So consider me blessed, beats and rhymes we mesh
When everything be fresh, you follow D like E F
Mix it jus like a blender when I enter
The stage like blackmoon, your style sucks like a vacuum
Im comin in sparkin yall
Claimin you rock big, but you can't little rock like Arkansas
You boast and boast, from coast to coast I slaughter residents
With watts that leave knots like water measurements
Verse 3:

Im about to come wit some shit, so call it assterbation
My skills so sharp the mic has lacerations
Indeed I proceed wit the speed of Keanu Reeves
To race at a pace the Chevy couldn’t even chase
Recite like eyes to all the pupils who can't focus
No need to ask the DEA you know whos the dopest
I hope this shows that im sharp as a blade like a sensei
While Mc’s half step like Kunta Kinte