When i write rhymes my wild mind climbs and flows like the Nile,
You must be blind if you arrive to find you don`t like the style.
It`s prose with guile so don`t revile, cos, it's above your capacity,
I love your tenacity, but, relax it G. Just fuckin stop attackin me,
Or bust a rap n battle me, But, not if your pride is a priority.
Or, you`ll end up, spent snuffed and undermined as a minority.
Cos I rhyme with authority when I compose a prose or battle rap,
When the aggressor stresses the pressure, you're boney back'll snap.
Have you rolling handicap, like professor X. Make you feel the lesser sex.
Wordin' harrassment a worst embarrassment, I deal distress with text.
You`re feet respect the rest, so take a break, D'ya get it Mr. Paralysed,
You`re not sick emceeing so stick to being a kid who is a fan of rhymes.
I magnified your weakness with English as supreme as my technique is,
You`re style is mild while mine's constantly too extreme and freakish
I`ll bring this sequence of genius like expletives to an abrupt halt now,
If you're unimpressed, I suggest make-up 'n' dress in ya mums ball gown.