Let's Examine Your Chances, As I Flip Styles from Drunken Monkey To Praying Mantis //
This Bulletproof Monk Glances, switching Stances, pulls his Lyrical Sword & Advances //

Your Cellular Structure gets blown to bits, with ten swift hits of these superior wits //
Leaving you locked in a pit, of your own cellular waste, lifeless, ya brain starts having fits //

You ain't equipped, like Gollum you wish, you could get your hands on this "Precious" gift //
You lost your way here son, sold your soul for 50 Cent left the heart of your flow adrift //

But even amidst, all the hate and battle slander that you'll spit at me, I am the epitomy //
Your untimely punches & weak multi lines, show RB that you ain't on a level to rhyme with me //

Even pics of Pun in ya sig couldn't make u Big, in the end you only live by the fire of ya flow //
I know this ain't your callin though, Ain't No Law In Physi(k)s gonna stop Your Falling yo //

Aight kid... that's me.... Let's see what you working with.