I don’t need help, I run alone/
An army of one and harder than stone/
A breath of originality, while youre just a clone,
Ive heard it all before the way you bitch and moan/
Kneeling at the foot of my throne, hoping ill throw you a bone/
With your imitation cologne and no skills of your own/
Following fenix like youre my own personal sheep/
You try to compete but everytime I go deep/
Putting subliminal thoughts in your subconscious mind/
Pulling the wool over your eyes make you think you were blind/
Silence every word that you speak till you think youre a mute/
Then laugh in your face with a middle finger salute/
My flows are like razors slice your eardrums till your deaf/
Then chop you and dice you quicker than a 5 star chef/
Spittin rhymes faster than a tommy gun, I cant be outdone/
Im impervious to pain while you sit there in agony/
Broken and battered from the beaten you’ve got from me/
Leave you lookin like youcame from a concentration camp/
You messed with the champ, I sealed your fate with my stamp/
My styles, my flows, my knowledge of hoes,
the way I wear my clothes, none of it can ever be duplicated/
you can try and imitate it/
but I outshine everytime with the verses im creating/
ill write your first line for you so take out your pen-
“damn that guy fenix keeps beating me again and again…”
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