You the most uncreative, unoriginal, elementary bamma that post
YOU the one who keep shoutin ol school, while I’m The New Danger like Mos
I’m hard enough to recycle a rhyme or two whenever I see fit
That only means you ain’t worthy for anything new that I spit
Dummy! You an out of touch zombie from way back when
So I’ll do you a favor and bring you to the “End of the Road” like Boyz II Men
You infatuated with Shakeet, as brought out in your signature
Richard Simmons homo, your nipples get hard when I mention ya
I ain’t angry, I feel marvelous, like when Jada killed 50
Write for Hallmark? Yeah right, I only got that gangsta in me
Just do you homey, stop tryin to copy me in hopes to be trendy
Matter fact, stick with your day job writin scripts for Disney
I can’t lie man, my rhymes lean harder than Cali hydraulics
My flow is 100 proof, ask the Okay Player Shakeetaholics
Ain’t nothing cheap about my art, I spit classic Picasso poetry
Cats know they gonna get the real when they see my post and open me
Now who’s the clone? You wack down to the helix of your DNA
You a midget among giants like Earl Boykins in the NBA
“Today was a good day”, Shakeet tower over fakes like the Goodyear blimp
Don’t get me started, I eat emcees like I smoked 10 pounds of hemp