I dead crews in two, tandum
Bang em out in one round…. hand gun
Magnum, no champagne
MC’s get their lights knocked out when I lamp em
Hands heavy like breeze blocks when I land em
Bars get at bodied at random
Ugly but trust me, the payments handsome
Cos when I’m on a track it’s a guaranteed anthem
I hold the whole show for ransom
Heads know I got a screw loose, ask em
Dj “pull up the vibe”
I’m a “champion” just like buju Banton
I can see a few dudes acting
I just wish that I knew who cast em
When its Lights, camera, action
Homie it won’t be you who’s standing

I’ll emerge victorious
You’ll be history….. Victorians
I’m the future, without a delorian
Killing your tracks before you’ve recorded em
Before you’ve started imported em
Infact before you’ve thought of em
You want to battle me?... Asher d
Get clowned in front of your audience
See, I’m alone in my own league
Home free, roll deep with my whole team, hating
Don’t front like you know
Obese, flows deep, I’m O.G blatant
You don’t what your facing
Bars big enough to cave half ya face in
You pull strings in the background like a basist
I pull strings in the back ground like the masons

I’m amazing,
Nobody’s ready for the moves that I’m making
You man are faking, Mic plus me, do that equation
There’s no fixing the scene when I break in
Its all for the taking
I’m a top boy I don’t fall for the ratings
Old school but from a new generation
That’s they want to hear me when they’re raving
I keep elevating,
Next levels beats, deep penetration
Stage to the streets, I been penning statements
so long, no one can compete with my calibre
The mics my excalibah
freestyle but im far from amateur
Don’t play yourself like Jeru the Damaja
One line, & I’m assassinating your character