I ain't know we had a battle but it's good.

Real Thorough whateva you featherweight faggot,
Talk a good one but your legs run like your mouth when theres havoc,
I'm dousin this bastard wit lyrical fluid hotter than acid,
Cuz his papa was absent and ain't tell him RAM was Thoroughly Real,
Nigga you couldn't touch if you was blind and i'm brail,
Settin up secret battles tryin to prevail,
Must be mistakin me for a nigga wit less than half of my skill,
You must of thought of it lookin in da mirror seein yourself,
And that's Real-Thorough I am and that's TRU,
This nigga da opposite phony cowardly dude,
Sayin he gon' stomp on ram and ain't got tha power to,
And homie vocab is just a small part of battleing,
Tha punches was straight but it ain't flow wit no talent,

Come on let's keep it real you though you'd flow thru me wit ease,
Thought your shit was hotter than grits and chicken grese?
Ram ain't hot he's way past the equator,
But i'm standin tall like maximus tha last gladiator.


-Yo when did you set this up anyway cuz?