Nothin’ scientific about the flow that I’m about to put down’//
I’m goin’ to straight dis two peeps instead of one, let me step up to the mound//
Let me start wit this homie callin’ himself Nic C, who’s dis guy suppose to be? Only Caesar that’s good, is that salad from Dave Thomas’s Daughter, WENDYs.//
Honestly, you CANNOT think you are on my level, I don’t win battles I straight kill ya and bury you with a shovel//
Whats so ‘Chrome’ about this fella named Eagle? Rhymes looks Rusty, more like the color of my dog that’s a Beagle//
You BOTH think you can even hang with someone as lyrically talented as me?//
Your chances of winning are about as good as Michael Jackson bein’ let free//
So go ahead now and start writing your lyrics up, cuz the only things you be spittin’, I’ll be catchin wit a cup//
I tear this battle up and I collect the votes, I’m only 0-1 cuz I was new and got a DQ, cuz I’m AZN, fresh off the boat//
Mark up this win and let it be known, Not only did I knock one homie, but I did two! Straight put TWO to the DOME!//