Quote (prozac26)
You call yourself Uncharted for a reason/
Reason being, I’m the king in this habitat like a lion/
Tryin’, but failing every single attempt, but successful at dyin’/
My brute force of the lyrical content will leave your jaw pried wide open/
The bitch you eyein’, not worth it, you homo, ain’t gonna happen, sorry to leave you heart-broken/
You stopped, dropped dead, so those odds work against you anyway/
Your silly similes, played out, used up just like your girl back in the day/
I’ll cook you up properly, unlike the cooks at Swiss Chalet/
my lyrics cuts deeper than the white meat
that last verse was nuthin but some tight sleet
my vocabulary could miss by 1 foot and can grain yo teeth
watch what u say before ya homies report u stolen
while i stuff these rhyme vitamins in yo mouth that fuck up your colon
I dont have cook something up like Swiss Chalet,
i tear niggas lungs out alive day by day, like its nothing
so any time now u can stop the frontin
not even close to the king of the jungle
u facing against the origanal one,it might end up in a easy rumble...
might even end off by a weak ass mumble,cant avoid or delete my universal force
im come and get me with my unlimited renegade,that even the illest emcees cant even recognize or contemplate
so the next weak shit u post dont try to abbreviate
or i come harder and it will be impossible for me to be considerate
your demise will come more tragic than the german's WWII prevail
after this battle, u should tell everyone about the young emcee from hell
