Battle me, I crush you from the start of the song
I'm ill enough to make you forget your part of the song
How many times i got to say it??
How many times must I remind you??
If you was deaf that's the only way someone would sign you
Okay Mr. Black, step up in here boy
So I can get in that ass,
like lesbians hitting it from the back with strap-on sex toys
You're my b*tch now, shut up and don't make no sound
Pretend this studio's a cypher
and do what you usually do - just stand around
Battling Blackmel is harder than rapping to tracks with no drums
harder than playing Nintendo 64 with no thumbs
You so dumb to step to me
Me lyrically I'm scorching
You look like the result of
an unfinished abortion
Greek style fool, I'll abuse you like a Q
I'll cane you like a Kappa,
kid your coming off wacker than a f**king go go rapper
I need No-Doz, cause you ain't got no flows
In fact you shouldn't even rock it, like Philipinos kicking afros
You see I'm f**king up your optics
Esau I dropped your ass quicker
than parapeligic niggas eating with chopsticks
You thought you had a victory, sh*t I'm about to spoil it
Yeah your album about to drop...down my motherf**king toilet
Okay little man, I'll give you a new emcee name it's Mini-Me
Cause lyrically you ain't half as ill as me,
you ain't even half as tall as me
Jump up on the table and look me in the eyes
Is that your real face or a wack emcee disguise
Ah, whatever man
I'm still the livest you seen in your f**king life
The only person that'll put your sh*t out is your f**king wife
I'm killing it, but at the same time I'm trying to save rap
You make about as much sense as a white boy with a wave cap
Oh, your name is Blackmel?? That's kind of funny dun
Cause that's the only way I ever see you making any money son
Why don't you quit rapping while your ahead
I killed your rap career
but I?can get you a job rapping for the Greatful Dead
Here you come f**king the beat up, verbally I tongue-kiss beats
Got me rapping over this bullsh*t, some low-budget Swizz beats
You dropped a single I admit a few headz were rocking it,
only reason because you lied and said you had Tupac on it
I don't care if you wear 4 hearing aids and 3 pair of glasses
you can't comprehend half the things I say when I'm getting in your ass
I got a new name for you it's Blaze,
just like the magazine you copied everyone else's style and said it your ways
Oh, you done f**ked up, this microphone get put in your ass
I'm the cross between a beatdown and a foot in your ass
Them simple ass metaphors like elementary schoolwork
You old school nigga, who is your DJ, Kool Herc?
Now if you listening rewind your sh*t and play this spot again
but mute out Blackmel's part, cause he ain't said sh*t worth keeping
Dub it and play it for all your friends and when they get all hyped,
tell them "That's my man Esau...and some other kid"