Ever since I was small I stood tall like the Palace of Ifle

Take a walk into my world ill be glad to invite you

Cause to me American is such an arrogant title

They should make a TV show called African idol

In the streets you should never turn your back of a rival

Cause every enemy active is liable

So if you feel something jaggin behind you causin havoc inside you

That's me pulling my knife from the back of your spinal

Fornicating and claiming to be a master disciple

Somebody should back stab him in the back of his bible

You babblin spiteful shenanigan franicin frightful

Spittin that savage recital you a faggot on vinyl

Don't you ever try to go against a rapper this vital

You rapping wit straight lines while my rapping it spirals

My thoughts stay on point like an accurate rifle

I get straight to the point like a jabber and slice you

Straight food got some grub in my cabinet like you

Ill stretch you across the table and wit a napkin and bite you

I'm alive cause I'm wise and I practice survival

Know the struggle so I balance the strible

Paid some grand's for my jewelry so my karats enlight you

Try to take my grand jewelry (jury) I'm a let the automatic indite you

Had to pull it from my heart to my attic to fight you

I left the arrogant stifle wit a strategist cycle

But I still rather entice you wit lavage delightful

Immaculate trifle raps I write you

Deep as the largest abyss sub-consciousness Pap a revive you

Don't ever challenge your idol this chapter is final