The Devil went down to hip hop and he was lookin' for another soul to snatch

And even though his bag was overflowin' with rappers from the past

You know he wanted more in his stack

You see the devil was greedy and he needed more people

To heed to his name and start leavin' the steeples

'Cause he is so evil and very deceitful

He feeds on the minds of the ones who are feeble

So he made his way through the rap game (Rap game)

Lookin' for a name that doesn't have fame (Have fame)

Then he strolled across an independent man writin' rhymes in a bar with a pen in his hand

And he devised a plan for his eternal soul

We go bar for bar, we go toe to toe

So he walked up to the one that they call Crypt

And put a gold microphone to his lips and he said



I bet you might've guessed it but I am quite the spitter myself

I spent a lot of time writin' rhymes and let's say in Hell there's a lot of help

I got half the rap game sold in exchange for some fame and wealth

And I'll offer you the same thing boy and that's the deal that I've dealt

And Crypt said:

Do you one better, you can keep everything that you just mentioned

But when I win this battle, leave that microphone at my feet and begin your descension

I'm not like the rest of these rappers that you promised fame and shiny jewels

You've done lost to a God once, now it's time to make it 0 for 2

Round one, you better come with the best punchlines that you've got

Second round you gotta put it down, we gonna bring the flows and just chop

Round three, you better bring the speed if you choose to go for that gold

'Cause if you lose the devil gets your soul (Hahahaha)

The devil tapped on his microphone and said, "I'll start this show"

And fire flew from his putrid lips as his words begin to flow

He said, "Don't you worry son, I'll be sure to make this one quick"

Then the instrumental played and the Devil spit somethin' that went like this



'Bout to burn 'em, no Hiroshima

Y'all don't want that smoke, call it emphysema

So you really wanna battle? Tell me what the point is

When your raps need work, fuck unemployment

Heads goin' up like I'm knockin' 'em out

You don't get the picture like private accounts

Really no biggie, no rockin' the crowd

I said there's no Biggie like Pac is around

Get you a coat because my flow is polar

Spit it so cold that hell itself done froze over

Like an unplugged toaster, you ain't got no heat

The last time you battled a God you spent eternity up in

A hell hole, no bars like a cellphone

That was owned by a broke hoe who can't pay those fees

Now you're battlin' me, the madder MC

With those initials standin' for mission complete

Spit that flow but Lucifer deliver and

I've been that dope and you've been never gettin'

No conversation, I'm an abomination

A little wake-up call, you are not the greatest

This asshole doesn't care what you say

When I bust you'll be dust

When I rap that flame

Grab your tail and rip it off like a weak nail

Impale you in the ass now the devil's in the details

Nice try but they can't compete

You gotta pick it up a little but the man's a beast

Whatcha plan to beat?

The man comin' with the rappin' heat?

I bet it's boutta be a fast defeat

If you think you're winnin' this battle, the answer is nada

How am I supposed to be afraid of someone who only wears Prada

Your honor his father should've beared a condom to stop him

But now I'm on and slicin' through this beat like I'm a katana



Came here to kill it, pursuin' the mission

To body the beat and put you in submission

Get split like vision ain't no homie hotter

'Cause my flow is divine like some holy water

Wanna be the best you don't got the patience

You will never be the topic of a conversation

When I spit it's acidic to any foundation

Makin' all hell break loose with my loud bass thuds

You will never win, you got the weakest talent

Just standin' back while I'm wreakin' havoc

Better ready the hearse when I deliver the verse

I put the fear of God in you when I send you to church

Got the power y'all can't control

I'm the devil of rap I've been snatchin' souls

I'ma give you a riddle and you can betcha get slowed

You done lost a fiddle, time for that microphone



Come and get it with a faster pace

But knowing any no competitor will crack the case

And bash your face come follow in the path of things

And bitch you better get ready to feel the wrath of pain

Got 'em lookin' like a bit of a joke

And lookin' like another rapper that I'm finna provoke

But I can't be stopped when they give 'em a dose

You really wanna beat the Devil, bring a different approach

Everybody wanna compete but go fail

I'm a demon in the shadow of the streets I dwell

Come get a better look at all the beats I melt

You are dealin' with a D-E-V-I-L

Get 'em pulverized, step back and I blow your mind

They got a rhythm and the flow divine

But no surprise, I win, you better close your eyes

And now the battle's won, bitch, your soul is mine

Stop, listen up devil

You don't wanna battle me with speed, I practically invented a crypt and I can't be beat

So grab a seat, when I rap this heat

You're not imaginin' what is happenin'

I am actually battlin' half ass and I'm ravagin' your wack ass on a track

And if you tried to rap this fast you'd have an asthma attack from the lack of breath that you have

And I'm goin' savage mode and yes I know rappin' fast won't give me the gold

But hold the phone, listen close

I delivered the punchlines a couple times when I rhyme, fast or slow

I ain't permittin' the boat

But you just flow with the beat and stay surface level

I done dug so deep that I found a new devil

So if it came to a vote about who boasted the most and who is the more talented musician (Uh huh)

The answer is me 'cause I'm a fuckin' G who OD'd on the talent that was God given



The devil dropped his chin 'cause he knew that he had been beat again

He rapped as fast as he could but sacrificed substance and could not win

Then Crypt snatched the microphone from his hands and said, "I'll be takin' that

And turn it to scrap 'cause now you know that gold doesn't help any motherfucker rap and that's a fact"



And that's where this came from

That's tough

Yeah Shaq, that is tough