(Cough)
I got a cold, turn me up
Uh so spitting verses that's not Prewritin,
All up on the track, play back for a better understanding
Valid like salad, got little to lose cuz a n*gga don't have it (Travis)
Uh so clap for it, throw a fit, make a n*gga go below zero, superhero,
Flow (killin' 'em), and I ain't feeling 'em, corny rappers, so go dapper
Oooohh, been around the world, and some places to be unfurled,
Twirled, king sh*t so let the king sh*t in peace and be deceased
At least they no me as a beast,
no competition to the rhymes I'm ripping, as we running
And it's funny how we use our conscience money, dummies who act funny,
I call that easy money, when it's hard to get you a trip,
Well I guess I'm trying off my own beats,
Defeat wack rappers on their own beats,
While I capture their retreats, they told me to write a verse
Well I wrote a speech, cuz I'm so elegant, you relevant,
While you irritate I'm making music doing shows,
So devious, exclusive pics, now slow it down, it's a run-down

[Outro :The Dark Knight]
On the ground
Stay on the ground
Nobody make a move (nobody)
Stay down

(Gun shots)
(Beat plays)