Wow, With Lines Played Like Jungle Jims Back In The Day. .
. . . You Have A Crew ?!?
They Must Be Blind. . You Can't Find A Decent Spit So You Are Too. .
Dynasty Soldiers Was Must Have A Collective Heap Of Nameless Herbs. .
You Ride On Lame Lines More Than Drunks Swervin' On Curbs. .
My Dunks Is Gettin The Nerve, To Leave The Air Man On Ya Forehead. .
I Step Over You With One Bar, You Try To Recite A Story Before Your Dead. .
No Knockouts Yet. . And Pleaaase, Don't Even Try N Get Ya Hopes Up. .
My Rhymes Could Be A Rope But. . I'll Choose Precision N Leave Ya Chord Cut. .
YES! No More Wackness From This Talentless Mess, You're Wackest At Best. .
Ya Sig's Got It All Wrong. . With A Verse Like You Put Out. .
. . Ya Whole Crew Is Bound To Be Bearin' Vests. .
You Darin' Vets ? Mentally, You're Obviously Unstable, Not Able. .
To Fathom The Ransom I Put Over Ya Head. . Everybody's Got A Price
. . I Need 10 Lines Back At Me, Dope, No Bite, Tonight. . But Fuck, I Was Right. .
Fatal Lyrikzz Can't Even Spell Lyric, So His Skills Is Like Aesop. . Nothin More Than A Fable. . Riiight.

__________________