[T-West picks up the mic]

Im the gold, make u fold, ur bronze, the gamma…
How the hell u gonna beat me when ur Mic’s a banana.
already makin u stamma, u and ur shitty ass lines…
U worse than outkast if they was swearin in rhymes.
From fukkin pennys 2 dimes, dam straight I elevated…
My bitch likes u more? When she saw u, she fainted,
Cuz ur face looks tainted, a fukkin bitches worst dream…
Card Decks are losin sales cuz u rollin wit the queens.
Like Keri skin cream, I can make ya shine like u from heaven…
But hells ur only direction, the day u were born was truly 9/11.

[T-West drops the mic]