The beat was great and the energy was awesome
LL wasn’t saying shyt
What you bugging he buried Canibus on the 3rd verse.
You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dikk hard with that bytch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dikk hopin to come back
Never that, nikka my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, p*ssycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nikka you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fukk it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nikka, where you headed
MUTHAfukkA, where's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshyt at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
That's you, yeah nikka I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at nikkas' proms
fakkit, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT nikka SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all MC's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his fukkin mic on
Sold ya nikka, thought I told ya nikka
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nikka (one more time son)
Sold ya nikka, thought I told ya nikka
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nikka