Week 3 (Acappella)

Yo, let me take you back to a time when rappers liked to compete
Now anybody I'm versus will get wiped off they feet
You'll never body my verses in a cypher or street
Stifle with me, you'll get clapped with drums like it's a beat
You gon' regret awakening this Titan from sleep
It's constriction, I rap circles round you, then tighten with ease
It's like a headlock, so yeah I got the right to release
I'm a cool dude in person, but when I write, I'm a beast
Get right on your knees, suck on my dick, like it's a treat
Like throwing a steak at 2 dogs, bitches fight for the meat
I'm on TV, might as well say what I like and just preach
Fuck sending stoners to jail, they should indict the police
Send racist pigs to the slaughterhouse, slice, get a piece
Now we're back in Iraq, so watch your life, get a piece
I hope this ISIS crisis gets dealt with and I get some peace
They killing the wrong Christians, who they tryna ice is just me!
I'm Rap's Christ, can you see?