Damn filthycalibur, ur rhymes are just so weak/
I could beat u to a pulp and make u grovel beneath my feet/
I bringin heat, nigga u got a knife and steppin to me/
ur filthy calibur, fell apart, blanks fell to your feet/
I'd kill ya narrow ass, but u ain't worth the feathers in my pillow/
And if u try me i guess the effect will be zero/

u remind me of that movie wit eddie murphy........it's "showtime"//1
ain't a real good cop great at act'n,but lack da "punchline"//2
i hate ta see a dude like u when its crunch "time"//3
its a do it in 6,but i see u need a couple mo "lines"//4
uhhhhh lets put this together, u+just =can't "rhyme"//5
subsitute (don't) for (can't) because (u just don't rhyme)//6

(what the hell was with u doin "this")

yo filthy calibur jsut watch how i damage ya,
roughly handle ya and start ta make u beg fo forgiveness,
another wack emcee spittin on RB how can i forgive this,
look at ya crw mathematical propheciez,
on the mic u get broken easyli like chinese crocerkies,
yaw dont wanna face no lryical hypotheses.

i cant be beat, im too sweet, my rhymes r 2 street,
they pack 2 much heat, im professional, impeccable, so special ull,
go to the confessional, tell the preist bout the guy whose rhymes
made miricles, tha evidence is imperical, my lyrics are spiritual, but
really not clear until, u listin to the words i speak, you gotta feel the meanin cuz this shit aint weak

(lol so weak street heat lol)
yo my rhymes hot liek an eternal burning jet flame lighter ignited,
yo shit like candle wax hot for only 2 senconds needs to be enlightened,
u a gangsta the only toast u pack is the type outta a toaster,
girls wouldnt look at-cha if u posed naked like a de angelo poster,
now who u supposed-ta..be,
my 6 bar delivery make weak emcees history

a lil "mystery" of how this kid "be" when hes tiped "see"//
real gutta keep guns next ta where ya kid "sleep"//
i get knee "deep" special in situations of "beef"//
let em all know i got money but still i stick ta the "streets"//
its crazy "baby" really when i palm da "tre80"//
"lately" cats been act'n real "shady" da reason now i gotta leave this babymomma wit a daddyless "baby"//

some one need ta tell this cat how ta spell, (tre80 380.... tipedsee tipsy)
and who cant tell that this the wackest cat on this thread,
i'm a take a vacum cleaner and clean out yo auricualrs so u can hear what i said,
u couldnt burn me even if i was in a fryin-pan u cant even beat me in a battle so stop tryin man,
yo rhymes need major elivatin and that stage i'm almost past-it,
u be like them special olympic contestants even if win u still a spastic,

dog please stop "it"..........u can't top "it"//1
even if u went ta the twin twoers before they fell, and stood on top of "it"//2
i'm on some otha "shit" the reason u could wear army pants join the shit and still wouldn't be no "limit"...get "it"//3
hope rap ain't ya meal "ticket", cuz food u won't "get"//4
dis a 6line cypher and u still wanna "dis"?,ya mouth run like "piss" from a nigga thats been "drink'n"//5
i would challenge u ta battle but u no show'n again is kinda what i'm "see'n"//6




suck that up bitch!

spittin' like you somethin' worthwhile, keep dreamin'
darin' yo mind to rhyme with style, keep sleepin'
postin' iniatiated but where's da conclusion, keep readin'
replyin' with my six bars of explosion, ship sinkin'
runnin' this show with excellence, keep watchin'
leavin' y'all in the dusty blisetrin' desert, start hoppin'

snatch'n crowns hold'n gats say'n nicca get down//
on da ground spit a round no body but blood is found//
how u like me now? mr fuck u up mr get wild//
mr slit ur throat now u choke dead afta while//
i'm in denile cuz this shit try'n to hit my file//
got teeth like crocediles so my bite is worst//