[Verse 1]
This rhyme I'm spittin' is an exhibition of when I bring infliction
Onto competition who spit fiction and contradiction
They should've stuck to fishing, cause I got the right ammunition
And my mission is recognition from living the tradition
Of hip-hop, no trip hop, and no Slipknot
I got the tip-top flows that can go 'tick-tock
Like a +bomb+ with the +sound+ like I signed with Rawkus
Heartless artist with the sound that's the hardest
Leaving artless emcees armless with the flows retarded
But also packs extra smartness
With a brain like college, I got the knowledge that's polished
And never fails to astonish without MCs to demolish
Like buildings to a wrecking ball, watch 'em take a big fall
Who's to call when you crawl while I'm fading 'em all
Like Jamal, you ain't ready to brawl with the Phoenix like Paul
Cause I'm +Smashin+ n*ggas like brick walls
From Montreal, and soon from Nepal to Senegal
Having them sprawl while they're holding their abdominal wall
Cause my flow is a disease: you sneeze, then you catch more than Z's
One thousand degrees and it's executed with ease
[Verse 2/Outro]
I expose those with designer clothes that shows
That when they go against pros, they get froze by sick flows
I don't strike a pose like hoes in designer shows
I just dispose with the words I decompose