Let me change up my style, kids.

Missiles from the left and the right from right out of sight
You think you can rhyme or mc for that matter

MC'n aint for pussies or the simple minds
Commiting crimes on words your heavy decline

Scattering perfect words though out this rap
Killing massive herds that effect the whole map
Impossible, unstoppable, improbable abilities
Learning better rhymes withdrawing from history
Loving every moment of my predetermined victory
So, give up son, you're done, I've already won

Aerial Strikes from the sky, you're going to die
Ready for the MC master causing natural disasters
Eliminating all my enemies within the blink of an eye

Already, devastated, alleviated from your earthly bounds
Blasted from the future directed at the past
Oblisks of black resonating low decibel sounds
Vivid visions, valleys, incisions the decision is mine
Expelled from the game, forgotten is your name

You got nothing on me
Omega to Alpha
Underestimations have you beat

At every turn, I have you burned
Last place, right in your face
Living life disgraced at slow pace