This nigga is dreaming about being the prophet, you can tell he misleading/
Got you in my reigns of creed & it won't stop untill you pleading/
No release of my grip, you'll be squeezed til every drop of skill you had quit's seaping/
I've caused the flaws in your weak flow to bundle up & deepen/
Nigga so slow, he'll never be good for the rebirth of rap, he like premature seman/
No prayer can aquit you of all your bullshit that you spit/
Physically I'd rip - your written work to bits/
If I were you I'd be likely to just split my pen and quit/