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Where I come from, we never heard of bite

We can write the freshest rhymes at the speed of light

All my planet, we're the real McCoy

And it's you Earth MC's that I wish to destroy

When I rhyme I'm never out of place

I take you on a voyage through outer space

Every rap I make, you know it always sells

I fly the galaxy wearin laser Cazals

I can fly from place to place quicker than you can snap

I'm known as the space wizard of rap

Depend on how I feel, if it's only for fun

I take my mic off of 'kill' and I set it to 'stun'

Sometimes my rhymes do inflict pain

Sends electrical impulses through your brain

In your Earthling ears my rhymes are caught

Transmitted to your brain is what's known as thought

I can see the devastation as I look in your face

Listen to how the deejays rock up in space

To call yourself MC, are you out of your mind?

You have to have a golden voice similar to mine

But when you have a jam that is cold set

You play the same old records, one right after the next

For you to win the battle, Earth will have no chance

With the spinning of two records, and you call that advanced?

To do that on my planet you'd be taking a risk

Because the beats we play out live, and that's not on a disc

The first time that they see it, they might be amazed

And say, "Why should we commit ourselves to permanent waste?"

That's why it is impossible for us to lose

Plug in the microchip of any beat that we choose

One thing where Earth and my people might match

That is the similarity and sound of the scratch

We have stamina, and also have poise

The only difference is our scratch is no sonic noise

To take Earth MC's out is what I wish to achieve

Once this is accomplished I be destined to leave

When I leave they'll call me an ace

That cool MC from outer space

Although my color just might be green

I'm the flyest space MC that you ever seen

It might be in your future cause it can't be your past

But the reign of Earth MC's don't have too long to last

All you fresh MC's, you should feel ashamed

The wack around the world, you put em down with the game

They get on the mic and be coppin a plea

About how good they rock on the m-i-c

On my planet you must take a test

I'm at the top of my class because I'm the best

I use my rhyming skills for what it is worth

That's why I'm here to battle all MC's of Earth

If you take me out which ain't been done before

You might just start a interplanetary war

The war won't be to kill John and Steven

The whole point of it is to get even

The war's to get even, I will say indeed

And I will come back every year till the day I succeed

I hope I didn't stand here and offend you too much

If you ever wanna battle, then get in touch

So I can come back and dis your face

Pick up the telephone and dial MC Space