*Wow The People Who Step To You Nowadays...Oh Well*

Every lil thing that you do has an effect on ya rep,
Ya mic-check people dis-respect and already Amb's in a sweat,

Boos around the stage Ambient struggles to spit & maintain,
Crews watch ya choke ya ain't spit and ya already been slain,

All i see is a sea of nerds and this herb be the worse,
U've no buddies not even if ya typed our names as a keyword,*

And fucka Trojan ya alias coz ya set yaself on course,
For a textual ass whoopin u won't say much coz you sound hoarse**,

And at 7/3 jus shows ya choke either that or ya jus dense,
Get that frog out ya throat...bitch i ain't mean spit French,

*Merking Over Merry Christmas*