How about this calculation: I light your whole career a blaze like a Dalmatian
Spit some lyrics so sick no use of palpation
This is what you get with a lyrical genius in his own genus
The heat I produce is more profuse than that of a Phoenix
You see, I'm the sleeping giant who has awoken, ill rhymes and flow interwoven
Mowin' down competitors and tying them up in their own sweaters
Making the most manly men into bed wetters
Shipping emcees off my stage like letters
Every battle ends up in a ma**acre as so says the newspaper headers
My friends say they never heard a lyricist of this caliber, I guess that's end of story, happily ever after
But sadly it doesn't end there yet because these whack emcees think they pose some sort of threat, they think they're the challenge that my sk**s have met
So I let them give it a whirl, then they always end up rappin' about their girl
The amount of times I've heard this makes my stomach curl then I begin to hurl
Little did they know their girl is a ho, and she's a bit nuts
Every night she goes ape sh** on my banana it's like untamed and uncut
It's just at the end of the day there's nothing left to say
Sit and pray all you must but in the end I ignite the Mic and make my opponents combust