Yo, stepped in the room, you better bow to the king,
Talkin' big game but you ain't doin' a thing.
Your flow's crumblin', man, it's barely intact,
Weak bars so flat, like the tires you stacked.

Claimin' big moves, but you stuck in the zone,
Still searchin' for a throne while I call this home.
Got the crown on my dome, your whole team lookin' shook,
Your style's out of pages from a stolen rhyme book.