Undefeated

Yo who is the best these MC'S I'll put to the test,

but I ain't even got to flex much it's lightweight for the rest,

cuz wack rappers get a noose wrapped tight around their neck,

straight replace their necklace for a rope then they'll face the next,

step which is death I'm takin ya last breath,

the grim reaper comin its anarchy at its best,

I'm the son of death you feel the fire with every step,

all my adversaries burn never ready to protect their rep,

see I'm money hungry my tummy empty like what's next,

feed me rappers or beats I gotta feast on all my threats,

bellyof the beast they can't compete wit me yet,

so don't act hard sucka droppin bombs up on yo set,

crips bloods latin kings whoever wanna flex on me,

tryna haunt me like a salem witch ready to put a hex on me,

but I ain't from salem sucka Roc. Is where I connect homie,

comin through droppin bodies fuck the police Im quick to jet homie