I came to finish this. You see the rap game triggered this


The battle's so over, I'll have the fat dame singing this


With a phrase spoken, I disable opponents


Like periodic tables I can label your components


DS for dull style, BR for bland rhyme


Like the Transformers matrix, I'm in my prime


I scream MTL! now this verse is territorial


When stepping in this section be expecting a tutorial


A hip hop lesson? Give your best to those blessing


And walk away unscathed and live to fight another session


My meticulousness versus your fickleness is just plain ridiculous


I ain't even ticklish at your frivolousness


To those who pose and step in my section


It's like stopping teen pregnancies, don't bust without protection


I call this is soul spitting, I'm replacing the name


Takeover's like a makeover, change the face of the game

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Y'all don't even know, my flow


Haven't seen my show


I come to this game with my heart on my sleeve


and I got no choice left but to blow


I know. I've been down, I've been low


Headed straight to the top because


I got nowhere else left to go

I'm the distinguished linguist, my fire's hard to extinguish


Cause I'll come like William Wallace and slaughter your English


It's the lion heart firing darts at counterparts hearts


The twenty first century state of the art Mozart


The prodigy, make mcs weak at the knees


As I ease with the breeze like Zhang Ziyi in the trees


Now Bill Gates jealous, cause I'm word perfect


When I excel, check the windows cause it's for sure curtains


In these days, artistic integrity is seldom seen


Mcs recite the letters of their names like it's a spelling bee


Adouble NAKIN till the end 'em


I'm Mr. Fantastic to standards, I extend 'em


It's obscene the way I use mcs as a latrine


And leave them enviously green, when I'm Bill Bixby mean


Anni's the find, simple minds tryin to define


It's like snorting cocaine, check the dangerous lines

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I'm the one man band born a rambling man


I roam far away lands with a mic in both hands


legend expands, like Mad Max on vast sands


They say I don't give a fuck where the mic stand lands


When I blow up the stage, full rage


The Powerman, Luke Cage on the comic book page


You read it, as Anni turns it. Cause y'all the ones who yearn it


So hot in the spot, they call me Carrie when I burn it


I reminisce of the artists who battled the hardest


When I spit "Life Goes On" I'm leaving rappers retarded


I fire at rappers cause I'm tired of rappers


These days there's nothing to admire in rappers


to raise it to the ceiling, don't have to be beat stealing


This battle's like merging traffic, y'all keep yielding


My elite fleet, completes defeats with concrete beats


Mcs retreat to easy street when we compete


I bring punch to the speakers, my attack stuns the weaker


And leave you speaking incomprehensible like Bunsen Beaker

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