It's simple mathematics when I grip the mic to spit
Multiplying words on the beat can straight divide your wig
Document the present cos' you I know I got that writers gift
Flap your gums too much around me and I'll make you bite your lip
Don't try to hide from it, I seek and destroy
This speakers employed to bless the beat with heat that's on point
Main artists I got 'em sweating when I just feature on joints
Cos' I just outshone their album with 16s I just coined
You tenderloins got beef? join the back of the line
You cattle minded motherf*ckers getting branded with rhymes
See I can rap in sign language, on the beat I sound deaf
Like the Klitschko of this game, I stay connecting with heads
Resurrect the dead from how I keep lyricism alive
I scribble, tap and I write and every rhythm I ride
Committed to killin' mics with every script I recite
I'm monogamous with couplets, the name synonymous with nice