All MC’S are like small trees they lean over in the wind
 

All MC’S are like small trees they lean over in the wind
While I’m a mean soldier my friend ready to battle again
Learning to chase walls like baseballs that Barry Bonds
Hit and still avoid them ill steroids know the pros and cons
My team eat lean meat so don’t start no beef rude it’ll be brief
And chewed, this is plain art but when the rain start every thief
Search for tents too much time spent sitting around in disbelief
One dude rhyme leaps time when he peek and rhyme
Be on street blind looking for a friend while toting a nine
Thrilling and chilling be a villain in a league of his own
Like Mcdonna and Susan Davis he had skills but was unknown
Damager with friction like an amateur musician home alone
Rehearse music even worse he abused it guitar play loud
A legit star trying to stay proud sometime greeted by a stray crowd
His desires misled and like fire spread by leaps and bounds
In battle defeat clowns with script on microphone and strip down
Domes with nouns alone, verbally strong in crunk like HURRICAINE CHRIS
And this cat name JADA KISS with that HEY BAY BAY stuff try be brisk

then challenge one

too much talk show me what you got

Accept my battle then