Inspire till I drop

Minister?

Nah, sinister.

When rappers say my name, say it tastes like vinegar.

Vinegar, vinaigrette

Pick me over him and I promise there's no regrets

I'm going doper than him, so no need to fret.

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Yeah that's right, c'mon you gotta let

Me move to a higher level i'm just sitting on the steps

Like the Nets, if you're gonna get hot then you gotta start a fire

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

The sky is not my limit, the sky's my point of view.

Spit fire, lava. Whatever cause it's hot.

Java whatever I'm boiling in your pot.

Hot, hot, hot! Strange, old ain't hot.

Your rhymes are so old, if they sit out they're gonna rot.

Pop, bang, smack, wow.

Whatcha think you gonna do now?

Rocking on the beats like I'm tryna tip a cow

Money, nah

Riches, nah

All I ever need are my fans applause

Live for it

Die for it

Sometimes, I might even go cry for it

LIke they always say, blood, sweat and tears

Who knows how much I accumulated over the years

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

Ya, thats right now go walk home

You got burned now you walking home alone

You ain't walking you sulking

You not getting famous like Macaulay Culkin

Child star, world star

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

Bad, just like an 80's car

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

To put it simply, they're just sad.

Now Imma outro, and save you some embarrass

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named Ferris.