Not bad, but
Maybe I am the greatest amongst the TB MC's
I'd dare to even say I'm better than most
Of those who are famous with a name spitting weak
Thinking they can play the game, but I'll tell you what
They be getting played like marionettes
From the shady figured silhouettes from a above
I lay low under the radar on purpose like a stealth bomber
I need not to be known to get the job done
Like a ninja monk wielding a series of serious
Pressure point knowledge with furious sure fire
Strikes of artillery that never tires
It's coming straight down to the wire
Like seismic waves of a magnitude 7
leaving behind the evidence that I
Spit to hard for the current hounds
Of the industry and like math this shit
Will never be mainstream as this pumps
Against the stream like a salmon
Oh, and by the way the shit played today
Is as dated as the floppy disk era
Like a pair of paramedics in attempt
Of resuscitation trying everything they
Can with defibrillators
It's weak and ill willed and filled to the brim
With grease and grime
With anything sublime is lost