[Guru]
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain  how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."

 Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug
 Life is bugged  the bassline groove is my drug
 Now that you feel me  yo here's some advice
 All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price
 So take that phony hardcore look off your grill
 Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill
 This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed
 You get replaced you get demoted
 I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville
 I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains
 Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and
 denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters
 fake mystics; so let me make this specific
 You know we're nearest the original gifted
 Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve
 As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls
 They can't deal with the realism
 When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them
 They're gonna need crazy help
 When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf

 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."

 So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!"
 My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry
 of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace
 You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race
 I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin?
 I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin
 Bless my Pops he's divine
 but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine
 So God bless the child in the streets that's wild
 I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file
 You can study for years and be the world's top scholar
 Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars
 With the textbook sense, you can still be dense
 Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame
 I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain
 the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain

 "Ask yourself the same question"
 ..
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."

 My microphone, is CALLIN
 So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin
 Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos
 I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto
 And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali
 Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied
 Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback
 Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack
 So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man
 I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin
 So all that's left is the bloodstains
 but still the question remains

 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it.."
 The question remains.. which MC's will reign
 Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
 "Ask yourself the same question"
 "What is it