Homey I gotta lock on reality like Bin Laden gotta lock on C4
I spotted you a round yesterday but now you played out like Pauly Shore
And see there you go once again cloning, brotha you just don’t got no shame
Stealin that ‘Tinactin’ line from ‘The Answer’ joint from Foreign Exchange
The only thing I’m bitin is loose threads off of my heavyweight belt
Then I smack it across your forehead till it reads “Shakeet the Beast” in the form of a welt
You dropping bars of lead against a purebred, golden emcee retriever
I’m the antidote to your poison rap, I’m hotter than Apollo with a fever
Shakeet spit like a volcano, I flow heat like Kilauea every day of the year
My magma manuscripts mangle Prolif garbage like rednecks go through cheap beer
I see your fear, and believe me son, you more than justified to be afraid
With your microscopic rhymes, I sit under my monster verses for shade
Yeah I admit I’m boring, as in I’m boring holes through your weak flow
But the good thing about the manure you drop, it’ll help my lawn to grow
So now you know, don’t take me up on a battle that you know you can’t win
It’s only smart not to write a check with money you know you can’t spend
Take that cash and enlist yourself in an emergency emcee education
Cuz as of right now, we as far apart as blacks and whites during segregation
Listen son, I’ll go out of my way and extend the olive branch of royal compassion
Unless you wanna be blind and keep gettin disrespected like blacks by Affrimative Action
My rhymes are nasty like wet farts, your bars are cartoonny like Moe’s
You rap like Homer Simpson, “DOH!”, your skills stay fake like Duff beer flows