You chat 'bout the strap you got strapped to your back and the heat that you pack but it's crap cause you're whack when you're dissin in tracks but the king is just back leaving no plaque when you take all my flak and I plan to attack and eliminate, incriminate by the prison gate while you get rude with your small-time prison mate, getting defensive, but my flow is inventive, cause every single rhyme that I write is attentive, getting aggressive becoming offensive as I turn oppressive and leave you defenceless, if you're a pokemon, my flow is super effective, but my flow is infective, like AIDs, this is my trade and you're afraid as I invade, my serenade, but I cascade on a crusade, and I pervade through all your heads, watch where you tread, trouble ahead as I embed and just cast dread, make you choke till you drop dead, until the microphone runs red, and you'll remember what I said