Can't 'step to me' wit 'broken knees' I smash wit these quick freestyle keys
This kid could only 'flow on key' when I rip his gutz through tha screen
I'll lay ya chest open to show you ain't got the heart to face me
Replace me in this battle and you still tore up like wasted
Leave you on ya death bed, grippin blackness, 'drownin' sight
This 'flow' is 'water' AND tha hands on tha back of ya head- gripped tight
Remind you of your first time wit' a man, like kids wit' Michael (Black or White?)
You like a porno slut playin' virgin roles, you only ACT like you tight
Give up, son, you ain't hard, drop tha mic, you're in a losing war
Iraq might feel tha shit you spit, you bein' bombed, but you been HERE before
I saw ya punches, wack and poor, I'll slap you whore 'till I wrack ya core
Ya 'threads and snaps' couldn't be felt if you sold 'em in a 'fabric store'