Rappers coast to coast, kno im better than most/
I leave'em frantic like titanic when they sunk like the boat/
I catch MCs by the throat, just to provoke battle/
then line'em up, waitin for there turn like slaughter house cattle/
I hear ur rattle, but I have yet feel visious bite/
step up to the MIC and get ripped like helpless girls at night/
scared to fight or scared to have ur head, end up on a pike/
Detached from ur spine, wut once was urs is now considered mine/
like ur limelight, formed into ur outcast due to my rhymes/
I climb, my ladder of success escaping the rest/
of these comercial motha fuckas which whom i deeply detest/
confess that ya'll are fake cuz ya'll could never contest/
My raps so clean u'd think it was manufactured by zest/
Im the best! so get it thru ur head before theres a mess/
and get shot more times, then a conferance held by the press/
to find ur body they gon' need to call 1 800 collect/
respect...i earn it any way that i can/
and if i cant i just take it and leave u screamin dammit man/