Gold cannot rust,
Ignoramus,
And rhymes are whole or half.
And while you think
You're a great thing
Experience proves false
Your delusions.
Now, with the sums
Of knowledge I possess
About the world,
How it unfurled,
You must admit your defeat.
And for the next,
You're not the best,
Despite the best's half-rhymes.
Gold can't rust but it gets yanked/so quit going on child before you get spanked/
You got a flow like molasses, making the audiences gaseous/I'll end this battle by emptying out the remains of your ashes/
You try to rap, what the bloodclot*?/Go back to roleplaying or you'll end up with your chest shot/
Your knowledge is trivial, made from pulling tricks on clients*/The true playa' is here and I erupt to
drop that science!*/
I'm the only real rapper, burn others like toast/If you wanna' fight me then homie, please be ghost*/
And now you're chokin' and got your crotch soakin'/Here's some advice: Stand back before you get all the bones in your body broken/
Plus I'm a crazy brother, and a lady love/the kind of G' that impregnates your kinky mother/
After this you won't be talkin', you won't be walkin'/So here's your new rap name: M.C. Stephen Hawking/
What the bloodclot?: Jamaican slang for, "What the fuck?"
Tricks on Clients: Being a prostitute.
Drop that science!: To destroy another rapper by using superior knowledge and technique.
Homie, Please Be Ghost: Literally "Go die", just in a cooler way.