This is it for the night, time to settle the score
Gonna lay it down quick for the last encore
Banky is pretty cool, I guess
Don't make me his tool, but I digress
He's God, and I'm Satan
I'm not impressed by your hatin
You want to take me on again, I'll be waitin
But before I go, I'm feeling loquacious
And rapacious, you tried to disgrace us
But I'm about to get voracious
You need to quit actin sanctimonious
I'm smoother than Thelonious
Monk, I got crunk on your ass
Now I'm gonna get eloquent
Your style is crusty, my style is elegant
Call me Professor cause I'm sophisticated
You don't even realize what you instigated
I'm educated, you're riding the short bus
Now take out your safety pencil and a circle of paper
My rhymes are Excalibur, you're coming at me with a stapler
I've had enougha your histrionics
The balance is shifting like plate tectonics
I'll say it once more, cause I know you're cynical
TSM is out, UGS is the pinnacle