Every situation gettin diluted with sik sounded music,
cuz when you ask to battle me, what yah hear is profoundly amusin
all yah cowards refusin to come against a man who gets his lyircs from
Pounds of green stuffed into round lookin cubans.
Once im done with you, after we went a round not 2,
knock-outs in 6 bars will leave anyone scared to lift they own sound in a room
I burn paper to ashes cuz there's always a fire to feed,
no erasers im after my writin skillz always reveal the desires in me,
but whats your own desire you see? One made me pick up a mic a begin fights with frees. dont even despite me "PLZ" this industry got mad talent
and think it would like my steez.