Ding-dong! It's the lyrical King Kong
Who goes in on every song without Rich Homie Quan
I 'flex' with only lyrics, got MCs sent to clinics
My name is no gimmick, this rhyme is pyrrhic
When the words connect and the rhymes inject
I deflect the wack when I receive direct
Attention, I increase the tension
When they step in my dimension without exemption
When I rhyme, it's beyond comprehension
MCs better seek divine intervention
Cause the lyrical level I'm at is Mt. Everest
My rhymes is devilish, I bless the globe with pestilence
Fantastic like the Four, I never snore
I got more rhymes in store for a lyrical war--
Fare, better beware when you spit hot air
Cause I swear, I'll put your a** in a wheelchair
Surrender when you enter my center
I'm the rhyme inventor, eat MCs like November
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine
Can't escape the lines I design and refine
To it's natural, it's factual that your flow is laughable
Mines is the cla**ical, the Actual
Proof that I'm soon to be Hotter than July
With the temperatures high like 105
Degrees, I sting like k**er bees when I crush MCs
My flow is a dark disease
Fear the expertise, make you fall to your knees
Me and the mic go together like Mac & Cheese