Because I'd like to hear him sing
For relief
Yeah, yeah, that last one, yes
I'm in the playground but I had to fuckin' send a message
Interrupt my workout to tell you, yes

Yo, you act amused like DiCaprio scratching his pencils to capture your figure
You love the attention that's all clear
The fact that you fall flat on instrumentals, lack the credentials to pack heat
Speaks volumes you don't belong here
I vouch for vicious visceral, difficult lyrical visions
Officially driven written by killers that spawn here
Therefore, the astronomical difference in disproportionate
Dominant talent is biblical, let's leave it there
I smash your bars with a bottle
Then I'ma mark up your face and deface like a famous Calvin Klein model
Once laid it to waste–I hate fake for the sake of the tape
I bowl super
And while you slurpin' the Patriots paste–I'm foldin' Stukas
Got kudos from judokahns and Mexican ground fighters
When the rounds go down range you
Go to ground frightened
I, the unreasonable man stand
Debatable hands man, debatable quests
From out the gates of Hell I come
DEFCON 1
Unleash a beast amidst a furious, volley of drums
Bloodlines done, I advocate that you throttle your young
Society cutting up men, that's why they calling us scum
Your hand to hand is patty cake basic
My bars leave Strickland handicapped when he enters the matrix
Ayo, I hate this part of me, bleeding dark in these arteries
You don't want no part of me, this is Sparta
Your messengers martyred, I am Drama

You got no redeeming attributes
Your punchlines land as well as troops without parachutes
CZARFACE is shatterproof
Electrifying avenues like Eddy Grant when I be passin' through
Leave 'em black and blue like Shaq's jersey on the Magic
Who really want it when I rhyme, cats are out of line like a snaggletooth
Fly raps under pressure tell the cabin crew
I'm in first class, you in 36D, I ain't havin you
I'm bored with your games you don't have a Clue
Showtime Era I'm a show 'em what a Mack'll Do (lakers/bob McAdoo)
My acumen's that of
Keith Richards meets Reed Richards
The way the kings pulls strings, you could receive stitches

(This guy)
(This guy)

I was doing the cabbage patch to Mr. Magic's rap Attack
Now my name is hall of fame, never imagined that
Dazzlin' display burn your cataracts, that's a fact, bruh
They don't want me to score, they pulling Hack-A-Shaq
Not your average cat, Rebel levels above
Plus, I heard they say that check stubs are better than love
I ain't never seen a win without shedding some blood
You was busy as a bee but you was never the buzz
Want it next up? I smoke you with the Soul Makossa
That is standing on biz, no folding nor no rolling over
True story if you know the soldier
God of Wu Clan, mobbin' with the fam that's Costra Nostra
Reset, deep breath, Elohim set, three step
Imhotep with the heat check
Putting thirty on the board, I ain't even peak yet
Put a thousand dollars on your head, that's a G-check, we rep