Seems like someone got a place to hide.
Out of facts, so use the kid rhymes to feed your pride.
I'm just a little concerned, it's not like I'm taking his side.
I think you got ice in your soul and it's gon kill you from inside!
No coke, no dope hey nigga we're fine!
And I still cope, with much hope cause cause God's grace is mine.
The diss to the pope, gives you no slope, nigga stay on your line.
You could just be another flop, tryin to stop sunshine.
I heard you're in the US, i just hope you meet KKK.
Rest easy Iddi Amin, you just messed with JK.
Mr. Alqaeda, you think we feel the shit that you say?
Kiss Kangi's flag shirts, go home and have a nice day!
Sophomoric, the flow is, so-so boring
I clean your shit, flossing, fluorine
First can't even make own rhyme, had to bite
Second bars ain't even tight on time, I got all night
You're artificial like saccharine, and just as sweet
You're sacrificial lamb suffering, I'm that unique
I'm cold like Alaska as I blast ya faster
Call me master, you puny little bastard
I castrate your balls, turn you to a doll
Little kids play with, while they crawl
I burn you raw, I got the coal
Bitchslap you with my tool, fool, no catch your fall
Your ability, lacks sheer stability
To step to Kiranga with aslight possibility
Of moving the scale, this'ere a big whale
Your style is pale and fails win clientele
I'mma let you go with a first time warning
Next round it's butchering and pure bemoaning
Your inch is uncomparable to my light years span
Kiranga the don, numero uno, Ichi ban
I'm the almanac, the griot, the polymathic zeitgeist
You're Bananarama, the zealot, polemic deadbeat