Steve Pheidippides flippin these styles for miles, this pr*nc*pe child is wild, sent to beguile with smiles/
meanwhile, its nightly that mc's wanna fight me, 26 bars and runnin hit the finish line scream out "Nike!"/
rightly, the crown is mine, defend it with skills from Sparta, rhymecamp making history- something you want to be a part of/
pistol popped by the starter, I hurdle the murdered rappers, words'll disperse disaster, this personal curse'll snap ya/
merk a verse if I have ta, I'm after the notoriety, if we voted no flow-er tied with me, I'm overdose you're sobriety/
get comatosed for tryin me, my diary splashed with red sauce, tellin bamas to get lost, cut a mu'f*cka's head off/
you dead lost, or last, while I finish first in this hiphop marathon, spittin no pot to piss in nor a ghettoblaster to blare it on/
somewhere along, the line between insanity and stupidity, I teach mc's about humility, can't run this race without running into me/
I set the pace with my delivery, just a taste of what god's given me, so don't expect no sympathy if you ain't dope enough to spit with me/
I'm sim-pa-ly, quick off the mark, get ready get set let's go now, rhymecamp timestamp a throw down, no chance I'll ever slow down/
I know now, that I ain't a sprinter it's distance that makes me a winner, no short bursts of energy I'm a full century of winter/
longevity continues to remain the name of the game, so to finish the way I came, me and pheidippides one in the same/
runnin from fame, do whatever I gotta to push forward, so passionate for hiphop that I'm willing to die for it....
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