Blaq gets gets tossed like a worn tee, got people sayin, "Your lines bore me"
My Theory is u cant whore me if ya tried, musnt have pride if ya cant spit befor me
Battlin me first wasnt a smart move, n vets wouldnt battle ya if they wanted
Cuz ya culdnt rattle sets with ya infant rep so go n write to prove what im showin*
And your lyrics culdnt be-ware-wolf, cuz i aint move when you started blow-ing**
I didnt need to Theorize you'd lose homie, cuz my verse sticks, yours fell on-me
Cuz you must B-laq the way ya been trippin, but ya cant see with clear vision
Blaq's faded cuz he stays washed up, i eat you like pasta, and leave ya winded***

*people toss out worn black tee's
he is new so his rep is little like infants
**the first little piggy had to move when the wolf started blowin houses down
***laq is short for laquor which makes you drunk then you trip and cant see clear
wind washes things up-shore, and washing fades things