enough about Paris Hilton, keep you're family problems at home/
you're rappin' aint fillin', however, I'M hungry for more/
no one can step to me, not Dragon or Hazard/
i am one of a kind, a lyrical find, lined up to wind up the hoes whose aligned/
you are a Hazard though, i'm trippin' over you're rhymes/
That's cos they're all over the place, not even in time/
I am lost in you're rhyme's, what goes here, what fits there/
i don't even need a rhyme, i'l turn you to stone with my stare/
my glare will destroy you, you better quit bitchin'/
you're itchin' too be matchin' ma flows filled with passion/
in the end you'll click on you're just out of fashion...