Yeah, whattup, whattup? Yo, uhh, it's a man's world Yo yo, it's a man's world Yo, to all the boys and girls It's a man's world, it's a man's world Tell me, yo, feel that one time Just feel me, feel that one time Feel my surface, while you kick rhymes that's worthless My rap verses, burn n***as like black churches a**holes, that sound off at live shows Techniques weak, while I'm on beat like five-oh Peep the rhyme flow, for all those that play me close A double dose, biting my style, you catch strep throat Can't cope, I see this bullsh** happen n***as be gettin deals cause they boy went platinum I backslap em, destroy, all comp n***as be kickin rhymes about sh** they don't got Now what you had in store buzz was looted, your music makes me sick So I stay in bed and drink a lot of fluids Hospitals for my stroke of genius, don't care where you come from China or Venus, vagina or penis Portfolio, four point oh, Scorpio Had s** with the friends of my mom that saw me grow The pitch was lead so you never caught up, you artificial I need a teaspoon of sugar and two cups of water And when you get the light you blow it, cause a lot of y'all So confidant that when you wack, you don't even know it Bogus poets Chorus: Punch & Words Don't you hate in a cypher when your rhyme is through And some wack rapper rhyme, right behind you Messin up the whole cypher for the whole damn crew Don't you feel the way that I do? "True!" (repeat 2X alternating) Let me set it, fashion MC's I leave naked They get disrespected and burned on record I rip mics, freaky like two dykes (what you do) I kick rhymes, stay online like websites The ordeal, I'm nice with rhyme sk**s And rock on beats, that pump like high heels I rip off, those that can't get they sh** off Jam like a Tec that don't spit off, I dead all MC's, weak ones that try to tempt me I bust off rhymes until I'm empty, don't sweat me I'm ill, literate, you illetirate Reap what you sew then knitted, in your imaginations figaments Consider this, all size of words are sewn Force a rapper to read between the lines like barcodes You aren't known worldwide, hardly You that same MC, that wore the nametage to the party Be fly, prepare for departure, I'm raw I frighten MC's like I had multiple s** partners You write your Rest In Peace and tuck you in That verse was the worst; When you get some breath control then we'll punch you in Chorus 2X