don’t even read what ya wrote, Spit my verse don’t wait for the votes/
I’m leavin you for dead, Come back a week later and find I’m 5 ahead/
I’ll have ya losing “respiration” like Black Star with SARS./
Battling op? Ya whole verse cant even match my worst bar./
ya lines are brittle like an old ladies hip-bone, its like watchin an old lady strip-show/
fuck that whore, putting on a show with something that ive seen a million time before/
this kids got shit flowin from his mouth, quick grab a nurse, nah man, just kiddin, thanks for dropping tha verse/
Cause I still need more prac-tice at recognizing a wack-diss.,
Show the world that I got it and you lack-this/
ive got pages-concerning the stages-of-learning and you at the lowest level/
fuck the wages-you-earning couldn’t match the skills if ya sold ya soul to the devil/
I’m Putting in work as I make-mines, when You just cryin askin when is it break-time/
im Leavin you dead-broke, I Hit you with my best-quote, /
Spittin fire makin you ingest-smoke. Force feed you a deep chest-toke Givin you strep-throat/