Aight, this nigga 15, but a rebel, Let me say that in this line,/
Stayin' up past his bedtime, to pre-write his rhymes./
Don't be a fool niggaz like you should stay in school,/
Thought your shit was hot, I took 'em to lukewarm, then cool./
Madd young, you just a lil' nigga in the game,/
Ain't a real m.c., so you had to use your real name./
I wonder if you even started to grow hair on your nutz,/
Bet your voice is startin' to change, man puberty, it sux./
Matter fact, you just be remindin' me of Peter Pan,/
Cause only place you could be an M.C. is neva-neva land./

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