Now there's no point runnin// cos ya outta time
like Mortal Kombat// ya soul is mine
i shine when i rhyme// when u rhyme it's a crime
repeatedly offend and pretend that it's fine
but now you've been exposed// so the case can be closed
ya flows are not stale// there fuckin decomposed

my styles are diverse// destroy u in a verse
in fact im so confident// i've pre-booked the hearse
im like a voodoo priest// i can't help but curse
im locked in writer's block// and u still sound worse

ya rhymes are padded out more// than Britney's bra's
i'll leave u like Stephen Hawkins// cos you'll be seein stars
im confined 2 these sixteen bars// like im a killer
i'll plague u like SARS// but the effects will be iller

187 u aint worthy as a rival//quotin homicide?// ya thread was dead on arrival
im lyrically fit/ u seem 2 suffer fatigue/ rememba his name/cos u wont see it in the league