I'm taking you down straight to the ground
Oh you look like a clown
You know I'm just messing around
What's up with the frown
You're all hyped but I'm real with the sound
When I step in the ring I'm renowned
Bars so cold make the sun back down
I'm king of the mic, I wear a crown
Talk slick, but your rhyme all weak
You barely speak when I bring that heat
Victory's mine before you even complete
I stay on the raise, never face defeat
I don't play games this ain't no show
Step to me wrong, get hit with the flow
Punchlines land like a heavyweight blow
You're stuck in the past , I'm ready to go
Check the score board see who's ahead
You're still asleep while I'm years ahead
Rhymes so sharp like I'm slicing bread
Try to come back? You're hanging by a thread
I'm the storm you can't predict
Each verse I spit is too legit
Mic in my hand, I'm fully equipped
You drop a verse? It instantly slipped
So this is the end, I'll leave it clear
You can't match what I do in here
I drop truth while you drop fear
Crowd goes while when I appear
From the first bar to the closing line
You stepped in the dark, now I shine
Call it a wrap.