S.O.L.J .:
Yes, you hike rappers are all kind of true,
You want to ascend the throne, but every type is fucked up.
You better shut your mouth, you're not the one who promoted hip-hop
Your lyrics are shit and in rap you are not a cake, but a rabble.
Try rock, I don't know, for future use, put the trigger in the temple of rap
And remember, bro, the people are screaming “Shame” (Prophet).
But inadvertently, you crossed the road, there will be a shock
Will get punchy every losh when Salt burns.
How Dima SCHOKK will endure everyone, everyone has gone out of the way,
I will beat it for takeaway, it will be ept.
But where is your AKA barrel, no bro, bye
And where is your double-barreled shotgun, damn the enemy.
My reading is a hurricane, your reading is like a fake vodka is a surrogate,
I'll rip you apart bro, because I'm here number one
How I put rhymes on a beat, put on a repeat, battle on a ring.
Where are the rap battles? Go sing RNB
Everyone strives forward flattery, this is a vigorous fit,
You pretended here, I suppressed you.