You Won’t Win

[Produced by AMP]

[Verse 1]
With the pen and pad in my hand, I got the style all planned
And with the mic in my hand, I leave you right where you stand
You misunderstand, this is my land, witness firsthand
How I 'Triumph' like the Clan, and your whole crew disbands
This is evidence of my eloquence that is venomous
My magniloquence is definite while yours is tenuous
MCs I revile won't be around for a while
When I kick the rough style with sonic booms like Guile
(You won't win) Cause I'm unsurpassed, I blast with vast
Vocabulary that'll send MCs in casts
When they step in my sector, I blow them out the picture
My scripture gets sicker when I fabricate my signature
Flow, I crush John Does to let them know
That I don't rhyme for dough, just for a way to blow like Nitro
Glycerin, sometimes I flow blistering
And sometimes sluggish just to make sure you're listening

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Flow's so ridiculous, words sicker than syphilis
Demonstrate my magnificence twisting MCs ligaments
Leave them spineless and rhymeless
My faith in music is timeless
This is not for the mindless
When I spit fire, dragons retire, they should admire
The flow that requires the quickness and fatality of a viper
I'm not talking 'bout cars, there's never enough bars
To have MCs seeing stars after I smash them like guitars
(You won't win) cause I'll get under your skin like acne
My style's exactly crafty, your style's exactly trashy
I'll gladly teach you a lesson, my lyrics are a blessing
MCs I'm stressing, leave them guessing, I'm always progressing
To a higher level, full potential over instrumental
Is unleashed whenever I assemble words that sound simple
Or complicated, your style is jaded
I'm the underrated, the anticipated

[Hook]