510, where's the fire?
It's coming from me, the MC for hire
All s**a MCs should retire
It is most required
Cause you liars can't spit the most fire
But me? I'm a dragon: Chinese, in fact
With flows, rhymes, and bars that leaves MCs intact
So cease the act and please subtract me from the weakest act
Oh *wikka-wikka* Wait, ease it, black
You don't want it
Let's be honest, I'm a rising comet
Spit sick bars like I vomit or hot rhymes like a sauna
Leave you nervous and sweating like Keith
Cause you can't spit the heat against the MC that you're trying to beat
I.e. me, the young and lyrical with the damage done critical
You might say I'm quizzical or someone typical
But I'm not, I'm the master with rhymes so hot
Like the pain from a .45 from whenever you're shot
Straight outta the melting pot and aiming for the hot spot
What you got? A couple bars?
Oh, that's hot... NOT!