The games top tier

They don't like me cuz my writings invincible, my pencil and pens a tool bringing evil men principles

Or they went to drool cuz my game got them lobotomized

I'm shooting of course the music awards to stop the guys, I get proteges to go away they labels off and died

I got the eyes and cross the t's no one the boss of me self-educated nothing taught to me so I'm a prodigy

They dis what God's to me his words my talking heat

They hate me I'm life survival, thay personas is Dishonor they false idols ,my pulse idols

not dissing all styles they ain't no comparison

When I'm done in paring them they once scared to win they at a loss of words

Cuz the rap game I murder it's not a flock of birds if they step to me they amputees

after they toes breaking

I got a certain set of skills taken word said is my deal spanking.