Who wanna test and get left no chest
Heart broken sternums open all slumped on the desk
Yeah to the death I always rep for the generals
You can step to the sentinels and get wrecked to the mineral
Please accept I’m the sicker dude, best in your visual
Got notches on my belt just to the left of my genitals
My words and my balls is all that I need
My record says enough dawg you ain’t harder than me
I rep the generals but I’m the king obviously
I might have started out behind but you started deceased
It’s not a question when I step to you section
I sense and detect that you soft like a messed up erection
I’m untouchable I’m spittin at you just to fuck wit you
The evidence is evident man it’s right in front of you
Not another dude gonna raise a buzz like I could
Not another dude gonna say the stuff that I would
I’m just waiting for a bitch to get brave and attack
Spit some whack bull shit to try to make me react
The real spitters respect the fake rappers wanna beef
Cuz they know that’s the only way we ever gonna speak
We could never see eye to eye cuz the shit I set aside
Is better than what you would try to get televised
And I never lied man I’ll be the best rap head alive
I’ll take the mainstream and underground rebel guys
But til the smoke settles I keep shootin them blind shots
Feed you my food for thought right until your mind pops
They try to question my rep but I remind myself
I designed my blueprint with no outsider’s help
And I’m still illmatic that’s why my lines are felt
Don’t sweat the technique until your find yourself
And that’s from now til forever I’ll be the dopest alive
Man all you gotta do to see it is just open your eyes...