Hi Busta Rhymes...

I still ain’t made it from writing bars
I’m aching to climb the charts
But I’ll make every part of you start aching
When I partake in taking you guys apart
My words are cutting
Like a blade or a knife that’s sharp
So you’ll be taking that knife to heart
You ain’t gonna find my heart
It’s guarded
Behind the bars of my rib-cage; it’s like Isengard
When I brainstorm
Wordplays formed
And it scars way more than chainsaws or flame throwers
Give me an A4 page, you’re in danger
Endure rage, gore, pain, torture
Flames torch
For sure, you’re sore
Boy, aim 4s
And spray towards
The four of us
We bring swords
Call our metaphors mеta-force
'Cause when thеy form, they come with insane force that could break floors
So barricade doors
I got lyrical ability
But I could just say flibbety hibbety
And it’d be the epitome of literacy
Anybody hearin it would kneel to me
And if you wantin to get to me
You better get unlimited artillery
And even if you did, there is a possibility
You bitches still would be ill-equipped to deal with the
Killing machine with the guillotine
I’m verbally combative
Acrobatic with the agility
Blastin my enemies
Can’t ever quit
I’ll be rapping infinitely
Snappin' at seventy
Spazzin' with a similar passion and ambition that I had when rappin' at 23
I won’t hang with you
You low-hanging fruit
The level that I’m at isn’t in your reach
So scrap all your infantry
Even if you extend your arms, you can’t ever get to me

Man, can you really keep up?
We the fleece
Immediately cease, re-think your decision
I be itchin' to ether
Either I’ll eat the beat or beat up each the
Enemies that see the demeanor
Of me and think I’m meek or meagre
I’m eager
To defeat
The feats we achieve to your teams feats like ODB to Bieber
Or Bebe
You ain’t really prepared
I ain’t rappin', this is what I sound like when I breath air
I’m the peak; the pinnacle of being lyrical
You people pitiful
That’s what I sound like when I sleep, yeah
The heir to the kings chair
Be scared when he be near
Be aware
Beware
I be a Were
A beast, yeah
You easy prey, I
Needn’t care to beat these lay ups
Way up
I’ll never retire
I'ma wet your entire attire
I'ma lift my empire up higher
As well as a messiah, I’m a sire
I must say I
Really could compete with the best
An MC from Manchester that schemes to the death
I won’t breath, I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I won’t rest
'Til I achieve my dreams and get a feature with Tech

From the east to the west
Speak truth in the booth like I need to confess
Limits, I don’t believe in em
And I’m
Really venomous
Won’t miss
I’m leavin' em dead
Fuck Tom Macdonald
I don’t play that
People saying, “why don’t you say that?”
But I've said it in 7 tracks
Oh wait, ac-tually
Fuck it
Better make that 8 tracks
Every time I come you know I gotta set it
Then I do it
Then they gonna be checkin it and gonna be viewin' it
Bet any edifice, I would go through it
Nothings too big
It’ll be demolition
Give me an Everest, I bet I’ll move it
I could do it
Ain’t new to it
Was in music as a youth
I was a student at school
I was kinda ludicrous in the booth
And I would move with a few other kids I knew who were pursuing
Saw a future in music for all our crew
But now the group has split
I
Know it can happen though
No-one is rapping as dope as this cat
With the flows that are as rapid
The supercalifrigalisticexpialedocious, ferocious vocab
And I’m shifting the planet with the plosives and patterns
Give a pen and a pad to one with as potent a passion for
Picking apart pitiful poems for practice
Then mix em up, that’s a fucking potion for pandemonium and panic
You in grave danger
They say mayday when I’ve made a banger
I ate away at 808s
Praise the
The verbal AK, AKA Asa
With a case of kill-who-I-diss-itis
I grip Posideon's trident
Strikin' like it’s strident lightening
Might incise and dice em
Like M. Bison
You bitin' like M. Tyson

I’m the illegitimate, illiterate, militant, diligent, sickening, dim-witted, eminent, imminent, villainous killer with killer wit and I’m…

Asa!

Yeah, wassup?

Transition, dawg

Oh shit, was I rapping for too long?

C'mon let's go

Yeah, no problem, I was going in. Switch the beat up

Gotchu

Just 'cause you got fame don’t mean you’re a menace
You say you have bars but it’s fake to me, it’s alleged
What you’re writing is make-believe, it’s a legend
Ironic 'cause there ain’t no-one you can make believe you’re a legend
You just make up
Like Maybelline
There may be a line that’ll maybe leave us impressed
Your hits don’t leave an impression
I’m a bully
I swing at the face of any MC I can make bleed
When I hit I’m able to leave an impression
That means I fuck up your teeth so you can’t bite
No more impersonations
No more impressions
You should be used to what that’s like
When you post on a site
I said bite, post and site
'Cause when you bite someone’s work there are sources you’re supposed to cite
But to take ain’t in my DNA
The day you make an Asa diss and flame me in it
Is the day I’ll quit creating shit and become a plagiarist and get paid for things I didn’t even make
Why? 'Cause I’d be taking shit either way

So I’ll never do it
You dudes are food to us
You finna be FUBU if you wanna feud
It'd be futile
It’ll fuel the Fleece
I diminish you
And the minutia
The minute I shoot and I'ma noose ya
I’m a menace, you meet imminent doom the minute you see me
You're gonna be impeded
'Cause people wanna compete 'til they peep how I piece together P’s
Now you people are through, capiche?
You are tenuous
Continue to tear into us
We got 22s
Put two and two together and you will see
You s-s-s-stuttering
Motherfuckers fumbling and stumbling over what you’re sputtering
You’re muttering; now you got me utterin' “come again?”
I come at them with my arms out like we’re cuddling
Your music? No one knows when that shit's dropped like a subtle hint
The axis on which the Earth be turnin'
Could be reversed by these words
Your only feats? Your features
Views are meager
Wrapping circles around teams like completing an easy word-search
All I do is put people in hearses
That’s how a killer re-hearse