Benin City--rep 1--

am d illest, d realest rhyme dynamite/
my flows stick 2 your head like aradite/
u want to try, am like a pillar from a rock's stalactite and stalagmite/
am so tight,my height like that of everest, no need attempting a flight/
that is y i dey hold them down now 4 d town,/
my words sweet 2 your mouth like bread and bama/
gnuts and banana /
am too bamm like square pegs fixed in sqaure holes/
i unfold ,d mysteries of an untold lyrical CODE/
words frozen and cold like that kombat throw from subzero/
dnt b mad, i just ve 2much bars, like stacks of money in CBN bags/
like d round round black black on a leopards back/
its pernitent u are going 2 bow down/
no need 2 fight back/
because i relate wit d stars  far from your wack-plan, /
u 'll need a rocket to reach my ass/
i leave u in d hands in my man-MAIL MALC/
he might consider letting u in d class of his learning lads/
ITS NAIRALAND COOL, BUT MIND WHO You TALK ABOUT!/