I'm a producer of fire
I'm shooting the Myers
With glutes tight like tyres
Now who fights the flyest
I got sight like Arceus
You picked a fight with Bourne's vocal chords
When I'm done you wish you never spoke of us
I'mma leave your eyes broke and bust
I'm so robust I got a broken tusk
Like an elephant with three frozen hooves
I walk through the street like a group of wolves
Verse 2 - Ahmad Peace:
Already been on top of this, my lyric pad is optic bliss
My momma thinks my rapping's awesome; ultimate accomplishment
I handle all my battlеs with a blast of ink like an octopus
Take it outside yo. Mi casa no su casa, kid
Oldеr folks that I have met described me as innocuous
It was merely my profession that they had they had a problem with
"Open up your mind," I told 'em, "Ain't no good to bottle it"
They nodded, but I'm thinking they're two-.faced like the Gotham villain
Now everybody tripping
The generational tension is understated like telling someone you modest Crippin'
That isn't my description
'Cause Lord knows I want no more beef
Don't mistake my rhymes for dissing
They say the Java Man's an oddball
Lexicon's a little odd, y'all
With rhymes cleaner than Lysol
I'm the maestro. Don't ask who passed me the mic bro
I took it my doggone self. That's how we ride (Oh)