Still spillin' this venom on feminine gentlemen Ain't a category I ain't k**in' or winnin' in They couldn't get rid of him, my women are cinnamon And the way they throw it back make you feel like a kid again Then again, y'all mission is eerie How dare he compare these rappers to s** positions it scares me You still comparin' me to n***as that fear me Your vision's impaired b, clearly My pupils will never be able to see me Unless it's on the computer or tv It ain't my fault that I make it look easy More experience than Barrington Levy And if dem want di patois mi know how fi switch it up Dem say di music a go dung come mek we lift it up Light couple spliff, peanut punch, yes we sip it up If yuh nahh live it up, give it up, n***a whaaat??