 I mean, when I had a classic with Bamelam, you watched from the stands. Three months later, Perideed, my style, and that's what got you your fans. You call them bad bars, but I still taught you, and it's all on my plan. Pan's Labyrinth. I got these pupils in the palm of my hand. When this file got confirmed, I went on to Google. This is what I searched. If identical twin boys have sex with identical twin girls with their babies look the same at birth, then I went to work. Then I went home. The answer's no, by the way. Then I went home, turned on my PC and stored Google Chrome, turned on my Mac, downloaded the new Drake Tracks, and to be real, they weren't all that. Then I remembered I had to write for HK. I was like, fuck that, I'll do that after dinner, because even when I finish, I'll still be crowned the winner. Then the first round was done, second round done, third round, I was like, yay, I finally finished. And this is what I wrote. Time! These are saying that in the desert, in half of them, a bite face off, they hand up a lecture. For your sake, you better hope I can handle the pressure. If I win, you're safe. If I lose, turn tables, watch how fast the tables turn if you put a scratch on my record. A graduate lecture, you'll see her salt on stage, but she won't be dancing with pepper. Body everybody that's with them. Nobody in your squad just survives, and even if you do, you'll have to hide your face in the hood like Optimus Prime. See, Piper took Emmond taught him to rhyme, you see it's a hobby of mine. My past times be in the future, I'm Marty McFly, from the neck up, you look like a nigga well below the poverty line. Your hands look like a couple of safe crackers, Bonnie and Clyde, look, go ahead, talk like you're hard on in your life. I had a homeboy from Washington Heights put him on the front of the Washington Times when they give UK's, hit you with that shoulder blade tap. Like in the UK, when you get that shoulder blade tap transmission, you'll have to call it a night. Now listen, Fraser said you beat a couple of rounds from Lutz versus Hollow and put them in your verses. For that, you should be punching the mouth like a smack of guns in the crowd like Mr. Perfect. Shit, even if I hit him, I'll give you some bigger purses, we're good as all that cream made if you didn't earn it. Listen, if you want to be the don, that's cool, he'll get washed like this detergent. We can do it like when he's getting drunk. That mean if we mix it up, I'll put a little extra lean in the punch like I'm sipping syrup. Yeah, Chris is ready for Twisted Fairies, I still think he shits the bed and licks the red from Cliffs and Jerseys, I don't think this is ready. I think he missed the ferry, I'm keeping Christmas merry. Yo, come on, box up, box, dish out, look, I heard you get gay when you're going to pro-H shop. I heard you get bad when you're in A-Grease, I heard you be fending your queer needs, I heard you be spending your 61 nicks, though, ever look like a seagull, I'm live on arrival, won't fuck with my people, we fight for survival, I'll talk to you with evil, and I think it's safe to assume, the only reason you're not made in these shoes is cos boning on land and the window in that is the only time that you spray in a booth, I'm socially thick and I don't give a shit cos I'm boning your bitch with a stone and a stick. Fucking with O'Shea, this man's high, he said I butter both sides of his toast, I do, and the sides. You're beating O'Shea, I fucking doubt it. The other half of his trousers he wears with another outfit. A couple of years ago, we were doing a gig around the corner of Django Ziff, it was one of Max and I said it was scratching space. Calcium tears up, two bags of weed and a massive split. We're having a great time, we're outside smoking, joking, having a latin shit. Down the road in the distance, we spot the pig sprays. Sniffer dog in tow, so Calcium cleverly dropped the split. The only problem is he's been smoking and he's got two bags in his pockets and he proper stink, so I'm thinking what you're all thinking, he's got a chip proper quick. That's what we know, do we? Not this pig. He walked over to the busy and said, officer, that dog is sick. So by this time, this dog is going fucking crazy. It's snarling, growling, barking, jumping all over him. And guess what, Mr. MC, dickhead oblivious, starts stroking him. He puts his hands in cuffs, cuffs his hands. And as my man's getting led astray to the fucking van, guess what he screams? Officer, you don't understand, dogs love me, man. He messaged me, like, don't fuck this up, because this could be an opportunity for you to, like, move higher up, so I thought, fuck, I mean, maybe I am out of my league. I should do some research and treat this battle with the respect it really needs. So I went on your Facebook Pedro and it's just pictures of weed.