Slapbox with a roided up jock
Depart with his fox, and leave his peasant ass in a box
Let the word spread a few blocks, the results was approx
Same block that he slung glass cock from
Took those same rocks, stood up on his rostrum and slayed Goliath
Was born a social pariah
That was after I hit Godiva
A bigger cannon than Nick, probably carried Mariah
Make a basehead merely off his saliva
It's the messiah, I'm setting fire to the scared
Declared hip-hop saved
Nothin fancy, spitting the necromancy, making the late greats dance in their graves
It's black magic, the return of rap acid
The rat bastard who beforehand just half assed it
I never went hard, I could move a crowd when flacid
Thats fantastic, to stop me, measures are drastic
That's a long stretch, I suggest you get the elastic
Go to a group's show and steal their fans dolo
With no promo, you can't kick it in my dojo
No debatin', even writing letters to Satan couldn't give you a chance against the God
Annihilate squads, teams, groups, crews, mobs and coalitions
Matter of fact, put your alliance in the torture rack
Then Figure Four ya whore, put another two up on the scoreboard
Giving nerds confidence to score more
You took the corridors trying to be the greatest
I escalated, what's your drive to levitation
My limitations, are non-existent
The limitless, killing your defense with sense singeing sentences
Let the critics speak, he's unique and definitive
Put it in laymans, you should've been said amen
Hold up, wayment, I'll wait here while you have your whole day spent
Figuring out how to top Tae's shit