U want a rematch? I make u relapse, a week past
Gave u time to write, to bite but i know where u feed at
U aint classic jigga u must be the new roc
Less live than a crip wit no vest and red tube socks
Called me out called me nigga like he was black in style
Even had his crew crackin smiles, So I smoke him again
Cuz like a jackson child, his skin tone is black and mild
1st time going to war, slaughtered this so called King of new york
He tryin to scare me like "Guess who i got a trigger for"
U hustle? But got less bank than the bums outside a liquor store
Then this dick rider talkin he'll spit a miracle after me
Come against the God better be spittin lyrical blasphemy
Some dude tries bringin lyrical method cuz roc aint got none
Do u need a dentist to tell u u cant spit? whats the problem?

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