

Yeah, welcome to the main event.
Two mic-killers, one ring.
No holding back. (ha,
yeah!) I step on the stage and the temperature drops Got a
flow so cold that your heartbeat stops You're a paperweight hero,
a digital ghost While I'm commanding the mic from coast to coast
I dissect your lines like a surgeon in class One breath of
this fire, you shatter like glass (shatter!) This is the showdown,
stand your ground Two heavyweights pound for pound
Who's gonna rule the crown?
Who's gonna burn it down?
(burn it down!)
You talking 'bout surgery,
boy you just basic I write the prescription,
you cannot erase it Your crown is a replica,
bought at the mall I build up my kingdom,
you watch yours fall I'm the king of the rhythm,
the master of flow You're just a warm-up before the real show
(let's go!) (A:)
You got nothing left!
(B:) I'm taking your breath! (A:)
Your time is up!
(B:) Shut 'em down,
fill the cup!
This is the showdown,
stand your ground Two heavyweights pound for pound
Who's gonna rule the crown?
Who's gonna burn it down?
(burn it down!) And that's how we do it.
Mic dropped. No questions left.