He wonders why he wins battles... but never gets Our Respect
Look at your verse... You bite structure like a Plaigerist Architect
You can't Compose ya self... You're style makes me laugh
wrote ya shit on two Grid-lined papers... to make a Pair a Graph
you be the Judge... I'm the Jury handin you Death Sentences
Feel the Tension in the courtroom... while the Bench Pressin Him
Like Iraq in War... you brag but really got a Limited Arsenal
Thought he could battle me and Win... usin a Cheap Personal
Leave you Lyin' down on the Floor... since you think you Rug-ged
I then Permanantly Rest Your Case... Like I buried ya Luggage


holla