Alex Delarge? I’ll call you Alex De Small
Keeping trippin’ like your spittin’ then you destined to fall
Get out of the hall, cuz school is about to be in session
Take a seat in my class, let me teach another lesson
I’m dissecting every line that you choose to spit
To be stressin’ that your lyrics really ain’t the shit
You say your Bombay, then go back to India
I’m Glad for your trash raps, so I guess I’m feelin’ ya
I’m down with the train, allow me to explain
My flow hit your dome like railroad spikes to the brain
Call your shit craps, like you workin’ seven-eleven
You need to get lucky, ‘else I’m sending you to heaven
Did you just reference a reality show in that whack-ass flow?
I just thought you were fake, but now I know
My spits like meningitis, it spreads without warning
Think your fine and dandy tonight, wake up dead in the morning
I’m warning you that you’re messin’ with the wrong one
The Bible covered Jesus well, but they were watching the wrong son
I rock the mic like it was made of granite, I know you can’t stand it
I hand out wicked flow so the fans know they can demand it
Call me a busta’s like you fuckin’ with Bloods?
Throw up the psi with GD, blue boys show me some love
Talkin’ bout predicates like you know sentence structure
I was weaving gerunds and clauses before your dad raped your mother
Go find another emcee that I won’t blow up in smoke
I’m forwarding your lyrics like a chain letter cuz that shit is a joke
Was that a nine-eleven reference you were throwin’ at me?
I spit that six battles back, homie catch up to speed
I’m lightyears ahead of you, so you know what you better do
Is put two in your head, you be better if deader, dude
This is your first battle, so who knows if you might win
But the highlight of your career will always be the fight with Josh Lynn
ABBA, right? There's all 32 of mine.
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