I speak my feelings of truth cuz I’m a real MC
The definition of it is what I’ve grown to be
Tellin me to grab my weapons is a mistake for thee
There’s no way you ready for war wit SkittS-OP
So fuck you and every rhyme you spew
You sure you wanna put yourself through this sort of verbal abuse?
Chozen ain’t the name that we even chose to use
It was given with a torch from some heavenly crews
With ability to spit deep enough drowning you tools
Clownin you fools any fuckin way that I choose!