Towerin niggas, I'm like eiffel to you statues
Small, bitesize, I'm king kong to you baboons
And thats sad news, roadkill, jus racoons
Niggas outta date, too old to act new
See, wit mid-winter rhymes they wonder whats my motives
My flow-ses ferocious, but cool enough to breeze oceans
Somes chosen, but those spoken, nowhere compares to the mission of Moses
But those opposin this Messiah a get plaqued in doses
I hope you read this closely, cause if you approach me
I shatter dreams like Kruger leavin pale skins rosy
Humiliate ya battle schemes while I'm blowin on my stogie
Cause even wit Sheeva arms, niggas still couldn't hold me
Quick punches hushes talk, fast enough to prevent rukus
Give ya gut jab talk, jus to bring up ya lunches!
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