Tha Arkhitekt - You Won't Win lyrics

[Produced by AMP] [Verse 1] With the pen and pad in my hand, I got the style all planned And with the mic in my hand, I leave you right where you stand You misunderstand, this is my land, witness firsthand How I 'Triumph' like the Clan, and your whole crew disbands This is evidence of my eloquence that is venomous My magniloquence is definite while yours is tenuous MCs I revile won't be around for a while When I kick the rough style with sonic booms like Guile (You won't win) Cause I'm unsurpa**ed, I blast with vast Vocabulary that'll send MCs in casts When they step in my sector, I blow them out the picture My scripture gets sicker when I fabricate my signature Flow, I crush John Does to let them know That I don't rhyme for dough, just for a way to blow like Nitro Glycerin, sometimes I flow blistering And sometimes sluggish just to make sure you're listening [Hook] [Verse 2] Flow's so ridiculous, words sicker than syphilis Demonstrate my magnificence twisting MCs ligaments Leave them spineless and rhymeless My faith in music is timeless This is not for the mindless When I spit fire, dragons retire, they should admire The flow that requires the quickness and fatality of a viper I'm not talking 'bout cars, there's never enough bars To have MCs seeing stars after I smash them like guitars (You won't win) cause I'll get under your skin like acne My style's exactly crafty, your style's exactly trashy I'll gladly teach you a lesson, my lyrics are a blessing MCs I'm stressing, leave them guessing, I'm always progressing To a higher level, full potential over instrumental Is unleashed whenever I a**emble words that sound simple Or complicated, your style is jaded I'm the underrated, the anticipated [Hook]