I wrote a verse to this previously but recently I ain't feelin' it If I battled the previous me I'd probably be killin' him I'm increasingly reaching the conclusion that recently Half of these label rappers ain't decent enough to compete with me I'm redeemin' the dopeness; inject in ya iPod Cuz my rhymes will make yours look seemingly hopeless And I wrote this hopin' no one could cope with this or quote this Shit this potent'll have you beatin' ya lungs and chokin' My shit bangin' from Okemos down to Pontiac I never sleep on the pen; I'm an insomniac So stop hidin' behind the fact that you got hot beats You're not sweet! I'm red hot, you're just hot PINK! (STOP, THINK!) You know who you're challengin'? I'm damagin' rappers beyond battlin' I own the cipher that you're rappin' in Crackin' rappers like shells of rattles then Leave em all like the beads; just scramblin I'm off the hook Offin' the heads of rappers with wack bars and hooks Get em shook like Mobb Deep, and I'm reekin the havoc A prodigy in its odyssey, shaping the game like pottery Honestly, I ain't even the hottest with the skills Cuz if you can't step to me then you can't step to Khalil Or Ray or Dre or Free; so don't come close to me If your eqilibrium ain't equal to my vivid poetry My flow is polar, b! Sub-zero, beyond freezing I'm easily breezin' thru these beats; teasin' em before I get deep Then release that remorseless heat While they meltin' I'm still frostin' the streets Freezer burn, nigga Go wait your turn, get a book and learn somethin' I've been yearnin', workin' for what I earned, nigga Churn niggas like milked butter, I'm too gutter but so subtle My rebuttals too apocalyptic, nigga you better run for cover I smother rappers like gravy over some tasty rolls Baking out the stove, just face it you can't oppose My vocab is stabbin' the track And I ain't load the bullets yet so you better be ready to attack And in fact, if you ain't packed Then just go on back to the drawing board Call the boys and tell em that you gotta re-up And guess what? I'm only joggin' ahead of those who's behind me So if you think this is grimey... Nigga wait until I speed up

Blastin' these bland cats with this razzamatazz rap Think it's making me spaz? Naw, homie, I'm past that These rappers already trash, I'm compactin' em Recycle, reuse and re-trash em, I'm bashin' em Your chick? I already smashed her That check you writing out your ass? I already cashed it That chain hangin' out your neck? I already snatched it And evidently that flow of yours, I'm already past it Bastards can't master this fashion; Niggas sayin' they're writin' I'll pull out my pen from my pants, flashing... Take a bite of it Dicking down these fly-by-night dykes Metaphoric junkie; treat the mic like a pipe Can't come down from it I'm on the prowl for the crown Anyone takin' a nigga down It's a red dot on ya face just like a clown So frown now, I'll blast after and laugh later And you know anyone who laughs last laughs greater I'ma last, hater; Crash on every kick, snare and crash And STILL smash it when the track fading Let the amps blow, bang it until the 'Lac shakin Chiropractor flow, rockin' until your back's breakin' Meet the new wack rap Satan, the track's baking Scrape the skin off a wack rapper like fat bacon These niggas makin me laugh cuz they ain't fathom the wrath Of the paragraphs from the laments I last stated Try to make a fast break or a quick dash I'll go slave-massa on ya, give you a whip lash No vicodin, penicilin or insolin But lyrically I'm as demented as Bishop and Eminem And these new rappers are more feminine Than these women is; Check the ratio & percentages Bustin' loads on these hoe ass flows No rubber so hip hop better have birth control Now you can either spit or swallow the fact compared to my stats, your shit is hollow Infact, there's more on the attack So if you hear some real rap A.N.T. is the act to follow