The kiss of death on a rap pick

Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with Chapstick

In other words, protect and hold your own

It only takes one punch to get head flown

Fists of fury, suckers get buried

Cause the Kane got more spice than curry

I am the flavor down on paper

And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors

Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab

And I'm rubbin em in just like Vicks say I'm

captivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin

Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin

Rhymes they're worth their weight in

gold, bold, never sold to a bidder

That claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litter

As for damage, don't tell me what another do

Cause I quote that I'm R-A-W

So make room, cause fighters are doomed

Try to consume, and make your own tune

A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket

You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked

For frontin like you hittin hard

when your arms are too short, to box with God

So don't even touch cause I come with too much

Address and bless any mic that I clutch

And for a rapper to challenge my freestyle

He must be senile, and that's why meanwhile

back at the ranch...

There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branch

So many slept on the nonchalant act

Now wake up sucker this is mortal combat

"you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee

(repeat 4X)

I seize and freeze MC's with these degrees

Put me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld please

I break it down, to bring on the next act

Rappers are so full of shit, they need Ex-Lax

So stop griffin, your mind is driftin

Prepare yourself cause I get swift and

captivate the crowd but you can't understand

At times I gotta say to myself, "God damn!"

As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer

And I don't have beef with no other performer

Keep to myself never bother another

But if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker!

Frontin MC's that be tryin to rip

need to save it, and don't even play with

me when I react like a volcano eruptin

I step to you and say, "Now what's up?" then

every word'll be just like surgery

Cuttin you open so rush to emergency

Or even bow to your knees and below

Or get played like a game of Nintendo

J-O-K-E-S ain't my style

I ain't a child that's why I don't smile

I combine a line designed to find behind the mind

so devine the other rappers resign

As I go on, from night to morn

Beginning to end, from Knowledge, to Born

Whenever rappers are lookin for static

Looks like a job for King Asiatic

An-y, send-me, competitors

Then again, it might just be better to

just slow down you don't wanna throwdown