[Intro]
You ain't come here to talk
You came here to spit like a boss
You came here to satisfy a craving
So you might as well face it
You came to spit with the greatest
You only hate it 'cause you intimidated
You will be incinerated
You will be incinerated

[Verse]
If hip-hop is really dead, then this is for the lyrical thoroughbreds
To prove it if you think you the best
You can't touch the mic 'til the boss says so
Which one of y'all got the best flow, let's go
SpitBoxx, you ready, yo?
You ready to be a boss, if so lеt me know
Yo, this ain't prerecordеd for the weak-hearted
This is for the artists who spit and rip beats the hardest
This ain't for the unpolished novice that's trying trying to be modest
This is for the savage and the psychotic
Microphone monsters ripping every rapper off the roster
This for professional SpitBoxxers
Whatever the course, you ain't here to spit
You ain't shit and you ain't no boss
You came here to quit, you ain't here to spit
I came here to see if you are beast or bitch
You ain't a SpitBoss, you a spit bag
A synonym for a shitbag in a black zip bag
I'm a box you on blast
Stand you on your feet and I'ma slam you on your ass
Throw your sample in the trash
You in the killing fields
And in the field your record deal ain't real unless you spitting some skills
We ain't come here to talk, we he came here to spit
And if you can't SpitBoxx then you ain't saying shit
SpitBoxx