Let's go . .

I steer bars as fast as Yohan Blake/ with the speed limit . . . geared to exhaust this fake/
but he's got a long way to go . . so I'ma give him a brake!/

I'll win this match to mute his fans/ and make him watch from the stands/
So Wordsmith would be sidelined . . Moment I use the flanks!/

Im killing his fun/ with lines perfectly drawn/
to attack his building . . and thwart his plans . . like im designing his dorm!/

I never could play poker/ but you can bet I'ma dis-Card this Joker/
He's just a Couch potato . . So watch me fry his a-ss on a Sofa!/

'Smith must be madt/ to bring battle to this holy man/
So if the Infidel gets killed in a Jihad . . please dont call the Imam!/

The bony p.r.i.ck/ likes to irk/ till i pound his d!.çk/
He would w.ä.nk a Cannon . . and wont still come with a Nick!/

I just dispatched you with my raw raps/ fend you off with the jabs/
And leave you far behind . .
So you wont catch up . . even If I put my position . . up for grabs!/

I step on toes/ cos Mikuz weaves lines to wear-out his foes/
So its the attires that they lack . . .
but Ima give 'Smith a yard . . and compound his woes!/

I charm/ ya chick with a thousand dollars . . and make her Open when my Grand Slam/
Quit office . . or spark a mass pro-test . . like a post UME exam!/

I'll leave him grounded when I unearth his 'flaws'/ school this Cat . . when I get on course/
So I will defeat him with hard labour . . and let him bear the loss!/

I burgle this contender/ and cart away with his calender/
So he wouldn't date a girl . . . even with the best love letter!/

Coming up with the audio . .
Smith you are dead!!

i no know say u be r.aper!

hehe,

lol