Who am I, the underdog
Unsigned so I'm under y'all
Not endorsing prostitution but I'm screaming "f** 'em all"
Push them up, got them laced like a Wonderbra
Denied s**, I don't f** with y'all
Hard outside, soft inside just like a Wonder Ball
Cause y'all fraudulent artists ain't nowhere close to me
Y'all roses without thorns and dried up: potpourri
With flows a beast, homie see, you may be more known than me
But my caliber of rap takes it back to how it's supposed to be
Raw, this younging has a cause
The cause to cut and k** you would swear I'm out of SAW, uh
Boy, go figure no n***a lets it go sicker
Known k**er, flow iller, let it go n***a
Lyrical gat packed when I rap
And I'm always on attack to let it blow n***a
Let me prove that that you dudes can't handle my moves
Because my movements will boom and blow like typhoons
I'm a Harry Potter book, your raps are haikus
My tunes hadouken, rapping Ryu
Why would I lie dude, you sick as swine flu
Let me show you motherf**ers who I am to you
A dude with a cool vernacular smooth
All you fools get abused and shook with a boo
AIDS, illest of my age
You say you're spitting fire, well you cats are getting slayed
You try to push my bu*tons, you're the one that's getting played
Feel myself up in this game and I'll still end up laid
Your steeze is on delayed, your name will get defaced
A disgrace, sit in shame with the "I eat a**" face
And it's cray how I changed from my days as a lame
To rapping now, legs spread like the logo on my J's
Strange I don't hit, because they only want the rapper
The person that I am deep down doesn't matter
I rapture these actors and shatter their bladders
And beat up their particles until they're not matter
You feline artists can get lost boy, I'm s**ist
Your acts will turn up missing like a Yung Berg necklace
You got knots in your pockets, my wallet concussions
I beat the beat up like I got a grudge with percussion
These n***as cuffing, and that's a big issue
Because girls will diss you with the same lips that kiss you
n***as will dap you with the same hands that split you
And spit on it before they offer you a tissue
So I don't bother with friends, this lion walks alone
You bump the Jay and 'Ye album, but boy I'm on the throne
The prince of this, ain't no way that I'll get overthrown
It's Rebel Squad soar with us or get overflown
This is what it is, this is how I handle it
When it comes to hip-hop no doubt I mastered it
My name ain't Kalombo but im spittin some kla**ic sh**
And Prince EA's like "that Brooklyn boy ran this sh**"
Damn I did, this is a competition
And my only objective now is to slay is the opposition
Because my position is remain overlooked
And these overrated rappers ain't raw they're overcooked
To be honest, this verbal bomb threat
Has stepped up into this contest to f**ing conquest
I ain't ever gonna stop it because these hot spits
Will get your b**h a** whacked you would swear it was a mob hit