Fist of The North Star / With each bar, I scar
And proceed to light the microphone up like cigars
But I ain't talking 'bout Cuban / I'm the rap Cam Newton
When it comes to the rhymes, I'm cockier than Lupin
I thought I told you / I got the skill like Goku
You guys don't want beef; I suggest you try tofu
Oh, you; Think it's a game? / I'll slice you like Kenshin
In this iron mic session, I'm the tutor of this lesson
There is no substitution when it comes to execution
Consider this retribution for hip-hop's devolution
You don't need a resolution like Aaliyah
I suggest you start running like diarrhea
Before I proceed to / Crush your ideas
One rhyme, and it's a wrap like tortillas
My flow's colorful / You're black and white like a zebra
Step to the stage, I'll come armed stronger than Tina
F*** with the linguistic, and you get your chin twisted
Leaking skin liquid for treating hip-hop like you're simplistic
The ability of my hostility
Teaches emcees humility and docility
Not feeling me? You will in the future
When I mute ya, uproot ya / Won't bother to salute ya
In this rap game, it's every man for himself
Hip-hop is a nation, ya'll prefer to call it a commonwealth
