My words are hard
Pure granite, the boldest among us
I'll battle the whole planet from oldest to youngest
Sure plan it, because mars' flows'll be growin like fungus
My words be droppin men
With words that you can comprehend
Scribbled down on a napkin with a pocket pen,
If you aren't good at rappin you should drop it then
And if I wasn't captain at clappin I would've stopped at 10
I'm like a black hole
Because I'll take your shine away
Most rhymes in my time are dry like steak made with a microwave
And the way these kids spit, explicit, makes people just shy away,
But I stay on it I'm ready to battle at any time a day
I'm saying rhymes on the fly again
Because the best of me is two seperate entities, Hydra, Leviathan,
No thought, no time to spend, too busy sending weak emcees to go cry again
Burying bad rhymes so they'll never see sky again
Most of the words only prove you're irrelevance
My rhymes are frowned upon like a circus' usage of elephants
Your rhymes are useless like disproving the elements
And the kids who try to use big words only show their psuedo-intelligence.