Aiyo..Aiyo...

Round 3....Yea!

Check Da Mic....3....2...1...

We Can Play Simon Says and We Can Call This Oppisite Day,You Can Command A Win, But Re$tricted Will Just Take It Away/
Verbally Slay This Cat, Cause All You Spit Is Hot-Air,
Your Ego Is Inflated, On My Level, Bitch Realize, Your Not There!/
Performing Lyrical Magic, Just Call Me The Houdini Of This Game, Making This Cat Disappear, No Matter, No One Even Knows Your Name/
Might As Well Call Me LiL-Flip, The Way I'm Revising Ya Verse, This Game's Over, I Can See Them Now, Already Carrying In Ya Hearse/
My Verbal Anticts, Putting Lyrical Stress On Ya Heart, Verbal Attack, Cerebal Extract, Lyrical MC Sucks Dick, Now Put A Sticky Thread On Dat/
This Kid Has Repitition, Cause He Spits The Same Shit In Each Verse, Also Has Down-Syndrome, That's Why He Don't Do Audio, Much Slurs To Be Dispersed/
Like Black Nazi's, This Kid Is Getting Denied Acceptance,
Getting Laughed At, Everytime He Try's and Ryhme A Sentence/
Go Back, Relapse, Cause Contesting My Skill Will Led To Death, Need A Rest, My Punches To Your Stomach, Got You Lacking Da Breath/
Can't Fuck With The Best, I'm Immortal, You've Stumbled Upon Greatness, Like Elly'N Nes, I'm An Undestructable Emcee, You Just Can't Faze This/
Listen To The Harmony, This Kid Can Crack Up Sum Funny Ass Lines, But Couldn't Centralize A Ryhme, With The Power Off Dope, Surround'N Ya Mind/

Aight....Just Sumthing Small...

~R~

NiCe DroP LyRicaL!