RAWRBLEH.
[Verse 1]
The perfect creation, it was called a masterpiece,
Epiphany, attacking the weak, a fuckin' catastrophe,
All of you emcees could never rap like me,
Attract like me, fuck y'all can't even act like me,
Rhymes going fast indeed on this mad piece,
Finish the rest of your careers, at last it's peace,
With your sorrows, sad grief and mad beefs,
You got another thing coming your way, yea that's me,
Lyricism and wordplay trapped in my cranium,
More sick than drinking a can of uranium,
My rhymes are lines containing a disaster of spirits,
Emotional or funny, I'm still the master of lyrics.
[Chorus x2]
These are simply lyrics on a higher level,
Try to battle, these lyrical knives will sever,
Exceeding expectations, my lines got a make-over,
Now prepare to face a lyrical takeover.
[Verse 2]
Had losses, still losing and i take it like a man,
Ego tripping? No, I actually stay who I am,
Rhymes used to be oblique, now they're consistent,
Been beaten by bitches but I'm still persistent,
You're lyricism is distant, you have no kismet,
I'm twisting your rhymes so much they ain't existing,
The master of lyrics' words are deleterious,
Never lie to my friends so they speak with trust,
If you think you're beating us you gunna be sundered,
You'll be beat with more than just words hurting like thunder.
[Chorus x2]