ayo
can you hear me calling
im blowing up your phone and
im out of breath i need oxygen
i got game within the game i got them in
im collapsing cause im so damn tired of balling
its like im a one man team
going up against a whole army
they ain't playing monapoloy
they're really trying to harm me
cause im the man on fire
i dont give a middle finger
im on beast mode i breath fire
they aint fresh as im is
this is what they fear
it leaves them all in tears
cause i have no boundaries
no limits to my spit
my end never comes
cause i go so long
continuous sense may
here i've stayed
can't blow me away
im nailed to floor like wayne
major payne to these lames
that think they run the game
and sorry if my poetry doesn't please
but we are not the same
i am a reaper
the omen of hip hop
deciphered to bring hell and brimstone
to the top spot
warning:cocky mother fucker doesn't take pit stops
he gots to get got
anything in the way will get get got
now i bang my head till the drip starts
call me the king of hearts
i got alot them beating in my sweet tarts
i eat them up i pop them like tarts
can you hear me now
it goes thump thump
beat bass sounds
this beat got me in a case now
i only need one take to get this scene down
it only takes two tangle and one two beat down
my swagg to mind blowing
im in hip hop custody now

*I CANT BE CONTROLLED*