i'll have your son in flames, coz i'm giving you hell,
the flames came from smoking lames, aka El,
firing well, taste that AK smell, i know you're not packing,
while i've got this battle bagged,
this Hustler don't Play boy, when i fuck you up with the Mag,
44. always a higher caliber, shot holes in the first round,
be smart take a Loss, or i'll leave you dumb Found,
trap you in the diction to leave you spell bound,
your wack, tragic, ugly ass can only attract static,
waving the white flag frantic, coz i'm spitting black magic,
i'm more hungry for power than the u.s.a,
founded on some cowards, stole the land from braves,
well imma take whoever's at the top as slaves,
while the girls dig my accent, i'll be digging your graves,
flow more powerful than tidal waves,
your shits weaker than when a baby waves,
its hand, i'ma cripple your style, its a battle you can't stand,
i've got your past, future and your present rapped,
then i'll have your ass whooped, then i can say his defenceless ass was strapped,