My games like a bag of rasins, don't test me, i dont have the patience./
Your shit's wacked, your lines gotta b a lil more packed./
Yea i'm a newbie, so watcha gonna do masta, sue me?./
I got what it takes to be a emcee, comin straight outta tha NYC./
Layin punches that you can't beat, i'll make ya beg an give ya uh treat./
I got all the skills of the master-mind, dont mess it up cuz this aint my kind./
Blow ya into smither-reans, cuz you can't handle this, or even spit this./
Spittin in another battle, this one i don't feel like i'm gonna b strattled./
I'll hit ya wit a broken-brick in tha head, cuz i heard u a broke-prick./
About to end this battle proudly, i think this was spit out loudly.

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Mentally Stressed, Physically Depressed.