Quik, But Weak <-----

Don't question my real mad skills, rushin'
Thats a bad discussion,
When I start to arque, everythinq will qet outta' proportion
See, how do you call yourself divine,
After I make the qame all mine, Then I make rhymes too fine
Before you try to qo and qet mine'
I will have you on the floor, wishin' you'd never been alive
You'll want to qo and commit suicide
Cuz' my rhymes are bad in a way, able to make you say
That you honestly wanna' battle and lose to me everyday,
N*qqas try allday, to think of what to use to dismay
Rumors, Fake sh*t, Nd' Rude rhymin' hits
Dope sh*t that really don't make sense, It's
Jus' embarrasinq how you make em' real quik
But, I don't back down, I ain't down to quit
My lyrical, flow is always in shape, fit
Makin' you damn motherf*ckas straiqht up look like sh*t

You should bow down to me, lyricaly, seriously, I'm nearly....
Atmosphericaly feard see, wierdly...but understandably.
I'm expandingly, landing blows, rudely ruiining fantasies.
Ill have you in a bandage be-fore you can plan advantagly.
Ill tear your heart out slanderly, strangle you one handedly,
Randomly tear-your-teeth, clean out with a "clamp-it" piece
Catch me on a sandy beach, iced out, call me anti freeze
From the gs I robbed, before, tossing you off a canyon deep.
Ill manage thee... if asked to candidly...
But dammit that be, one huge gambling spree.
In handingly, working your whit like a puppet
Do you have what it is, that you need the ****in tough it?
You're efforts above it, and potential is clearly there,
Learn there-of, po-ets..like vol-tair.
Rhymes schemes and flow we feen and rediem
"I'm "hakim the dream", a-team, since grade three"
Alliteration "b", be a sweet style, so Rep thee.
Infest clean.... real; "focus closely"