Yo...check it...

Enterin' crew battles...I dunno why...you from Austin, Texas
Try to trample me with a horse...but I flatten you wit a Lexus

Clas-sic fana-tic, bitch your not ill, that's what the fact is
At an age of 14,you the youngest ever to have a 6-cat blacklist

True werds, these lyrics make you contiplate takin' ya life
Even if ya was a lyrical sniper, ya punches couldn't be presice

You a young star? Reppin' "Kileen"...Honestly...you want actual honesty?
If the number of ya wins was "512", it would still fail to astonish me

A'ight...that's jus' warmin' up...

You better take pictures when I flip these ill scriptures
IE...stage rippers over our lyrics, yours are just lil' whispers

A hornet, I'ma stingin', there is no dope lines you could be bringin'
Ya remind me of Prez Lincoln, you not rappin', you jus' R & B singin'

Well thats it...I got more lines, that you can't even begin to percept
But I must have no chance...you's a star..

...You put * by ya name to ge the full effect...