I don’t know why you punks keep trying to get in it,

‘Cuz if I’m in it, I’m in it to win it, so let me spin it

Like this to ‘ya. My beat is correct.

And y’all are bound to defect to my side when you can’t deflect

These words, these verbs, these nouns.

I’m like the sky you’ll never touch with your feet all on the ground.

But don’t fret, don’t front, don’t flip, don’t freak.

It’s not y’all’s fault that your ****’s too weak.

...Okay, maybe it is.