The L.O.N

Y'all respect that weak shit, rhymes bitches spit

How many verbal assaults will Lon commit?

I'm a God in rap, like EPMD I control a mic swift, an ethereal gift, uplift ya spirits

Phony ass rappers, drug takers wack rhyme sayers, they hold no merits

I don't wanna hear it, the air?

Lemme clear it, I'll give you an answer, your time? I'll spare it

You can't rap, ya whole style's a joke

On some corny ass shit, a fake woke bloke

Magical with a mic, gimme a cloak, my bars soak in your brains

Fiends beg on Lon fixes, vicious scenes