Ya know I cost-much like outer space above ya head
You cheap, just follow the herd like listening to what I said
Fuck what you heard so, I'm beyond doubt like def
I’ll rip you mo' often than people quoting MJ's death
You’re so low, like not in a team, I’m higher up
So, ho, you’re like a grey pair of jeans lighting up
So look, look, I got these four, four four’s fore ‘em
Like posting numerous threads and ignore ‘em
But fuck that gun word play that shit is lame, I see him
I’m down for the cold play, ‘cause my will is champion
Ya know .....my verbal is like ether killing anger
I make you touch down your death like Will Chamber
I'm winning, you chap L's in so I call you a Charlie's Angel
I'll Farah Fawcett you with the lead from my pencil
I define sharpness like a butchers knife stabbed in a thesaurus
I use the ink in sync, my flow doesn't sink, so fuck a chorus