A message going out to the wannabes,

From the word-rhyming King!

While You tryin to work out what rhymes with lose,

Even though I don't have too much bling, Rapping's Still my Thing..

I beat you how I choose, I rhyme like magic, Like a sherlock holmes mystery.. wi' out the clues!

'Cos, I'm your main fear, Like a stalking Queer, Blasting Killer raps right into your ear...

Jus' Like James for the Cav-aliers, but not shooting hoops, firing raps, that you should hear.

Look, i aint startin' anything, so don't be hatin, jus cos' i'm creatin'.. something so good, i can seal your fate in!

So if ya wanna beat this rhyme, well.. not this time, and you'll be waitin'..

And as a write this, i'm thinkin how, if anyone wanna fight this, i'd leave 'em lifeless...

So good, like the best food, but you can't bite-this... so right-its... impossible not to like-this...

So good we make a strong man Pass out.. Too good, if i had a record deal, I'd make the whole world shout out..

And for opposition, 1.. 2.. 3 a guaranteed count out, like a beat fighter, you know you'll have to Tap out!

But as they say All good things come to an end,

so as I finish this rap, try not to pret-end, that Foe or friend, Beginning or end, that even if I bend... the rules...

It's the Brand new trend...