Your style is not just bitten, you basically ate-me
You can hate me, but your verse like ghetto kids asking the creator “why did make-me?”//1

If your wack lines were a baby, he or she would have no hands-or-legs//
You cooked on daily basis like ham-and-eggs//
Your Plans-ain’t-met cause you stand-this-red//
Fail to “hit hard” where it counts like Rams-at-rest//
I stand-the-best above this 20 year old living-in-the-Bronx//
Leave you like injured ballers in the paint, crying-in-your-block//
Sad that you never escape the life of pain and hate//
A life of drugs and glocks, but you never open this lock to victory//
You could have SARS or Mad Cow, but you never look sick-to-me

You will never see a W even if we flopped wins//
I’m like kids who quit school before this emcee cause I out-dropped-him