[Verse]
The formation of this rap style is bound to shock the nation
And bring damnation for emcees who seek salvation
The origination of this style's foundation
Is when it was my occupation to air out wack radio stations
I despise fake musicians with flows of repetition
With the ammunition to originate hip-hop's redefinition
I have vowed and sworn to annihilate the thorn
In hip-hop's flesh as a true lyricist reborn
On this Earth, it's not about who spits first, but who spits best
And I pa** the test with one vicious line through your chest
Like cardiac arrest, this lyricism is for my zest
And I was blessed to impress with the ability of being rest-
Less, this is proof that I don't need hits
To use my lyrical wits to eat emcees like grits
Call it quits, cause I spits with the force of a blitz
That'll blast your cerebral cortex to Kibbles n' Bits
Dog, the lowest form of lyrical God
Who looks upon you frauds and broads
With your depth-less terms like F.A.S. or Fake-Ass Squad
Too sickening to applaud; instead, I should just maraud
And scar all retards who can't flow hard
And discard real lyrics for some dumb avant-garde
Pop sh**, that's sickening, I hope that you're listening
To the real sh** I'm spitting, this is only the beginning