Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed   By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes   He'd best behave, or i'ma send him a wave   Of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin about   He's kickin a bunch of crap so I'll be the judge of that   The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be   An entertainer, but instead he's a waste of   My time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes   Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional   And credible, straight to the g's you better go   Cause gangstarr's known to be prone to be   Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry   But still be a cold day in hell when you hear that   Guru or premier ever tell suckers get sales   But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo   That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me   I'm the guru, of the g-a-n-g   Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way   And I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go   To show they can flow like a real pro   So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe   I'm changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable   Cause most mc's ain't really got no pull   Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit   Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script      Chorus      Fool listen, I know that you've been missing   All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten   Like a gem, and if you are the fake mc type   I'll shine so bright I'll be blinding your eyesight   Your capabilities fall short so i'ma treat you like a dwarf   On a basketball court still you try to rap   And even claim you got new styles but   Rolling your tongue's been playe dout for a while   And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that?    You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that   I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction   Is jumbled where as me I'm conveying clear thoughts   To a crowd that's most critical   Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful   I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer   Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere   But that's ok cause I'm peeping your card   If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard   As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya   Like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers   So don't even trip or run off with the lip   Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script      Chorus      So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip   Butter roll mc's get dissed like this   You'll never got none son because I'll become troublesome   You rap like a simpleton   And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats   Cause they're idle my recital will break you down   Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time   Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme   And even if one is decent, I'll still get props   I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops   As my powerful skills are unveiled I'm tippin the scales   And weighing much more than your tall tales   Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe   And make simple notation   Nobody no where no way no how   Is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now   Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off   Before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself   But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself   And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip   You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script