My rhymes are nukes, yours are more like mini mines
I murk MCs quicker than Twista can finish lines
God perfected my rhymes, I'll refinish ya mind
I'm big in hip hop. Cats keep committing miniature crimes.
My alliteration continues penetratin'
Similes, and metaphors, my skills are just blatant
I'm realer than fact, MCs just keep fakin'
Think of me as a test, with no re-taking'
I'm on top of hip hop, there ain't nothing rawer
I posses the crown, like Jerry "The King" Lawler