Ownin' the streets.
Gimme a tune DJ!
I got the hook on your neck, got these cuts on my arms and rewards on my chest.
I'll take it back to the Old Days of warfare, I was the beacon I was the flare,
You wanted to diss me? You didn't even hit me, you missed me.
I got things to do, you were the one that was "Clueless" my victory will come out, as flawless.
You ain't got proof.. To prove sh####gainst who I am, pumpin' up the beat it's a party and it's my Jam.
I relax, and I mellow and calm down, my ryhmes are heavy and yet no limits and are unbound.
I get deep into conversations, when I get done your train of thought will still be boardin' at the station.
Houston we got a problem, it's this freak. You thought you would win.. AGAINST ME?!
Oh please.. In your dreams, you can eat my dust, I'll turn your entire skull and brain into mush.
I'm like superman, but without heat vision, I'm out of your league, and where I am standin' you aren't competition.
-Mic Drop-
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