[Verse]
Back the fuck up, get out of my zone
You'll get trampled on while dancing to reggeaton
Let's get it on, I'm very strong with the microphone
I'm killing clones coz they reading my mixed signals wrong
We won't get along I'm beyond what you spitting now
My little teapot I think you need to simmer down
I'm not a child molester so I don't kid around
But I'll kill you now lyrical serial killer style
Stop bitching round like you a little child
And after all this time you still haven't figured out that
Right now the golden riches is what I desire
I'm digging for diamonds like I was a Mafikeng miner
Kilimanjaro climber taking these naaiers higher
A deep rhymer the long street freestyler
I speak fire than pappa wheelie on three tires
These type of guys that you require
Fuck around with me naaier you will bleed naaier
This not a case of x do you c major
No R&B bitches hear me-raaya
Keep quiet I make you sing like priest choirs
No time for vaginas, I'm killing every track I touch
I haven't blown up because I'm not black enough
And that's whack is fuck but you asked it bra
And the truth hurts they should've asked you first
You write sick shit I got a flu verse
And did you know that hip hop was started by cool [?]
Oh that's right you didn't because you a jerk
So get the fuck up out my face before your bruise hurts
Oh you don't have a bruise bah you do now
I throw it down like you couldn't keep your foot down
We scored twice on you coz you two down
You so whack the microphone puts you down
Drop the mic I give you a puck like a hockey fight
I smoke a pipe and I'm listening to the [?]
Classic hip hop will always remain ageless
I say this seriously the microphone is nothing to play with