over-rated ,hated and faded/
this man here sounds like he's un-educated/
you gotz a weak flow, you may need to go slow/
catch ya rhymes in da beat and then begin to go/
my multi's spit rounds like a colt ninteen-eleven/
this nigga falls to the ground, his ratio is now negative Seven/
you look up at my bars and i look at your score/
this nigga doesn't need to be rappin anymore/
my mouth is sore from spittin so many metaphors/
my lyrics are dominating, it reminds me of the second world war/
i'm skillfully poetic the way i be spittin punch lines/
but at da same time, dis nigga is tryin to get an education wit nickels and dimes/
dis battle was as easy as makin a three point basket/
i want everybody to witness as i put this man in his casket