(Aight i'm back now and ready.)

I'm in a Boston state of mind I got my Yankee haters hat on,
Call da doc and get a sling for your raps they like a bad arm,
I extend my hand to rookies homie so grab on...

Listen homeboy I came to change your state of mind and place it on the state of mine like what's tha RAM thinkin,
Do he spit hot loogies on this rap forum,
Is NYSOM really prepared for him,
R.A.M stands for Rip And Mutilate,
Anybody in a state of mind different from what i think,
And this cock sucker really love where he sleep,
But in Boston niggaz like you is minced meat I'll place a bet on it,
NY state of mind wouldn't survive if I gave him 10 guns and shot everyone in my set for him,
Like Winston smokes that's no bull or maybe New York'll pay his debt for him,
Why you call me out nothin better to do,
Must of seen tha posts and thought I was rookie but veteran dude,
I'm better than you,
Your rhymes crashed in da begining now they just veget-ables...
(closer)
I hated to do it but had to do it you issued tha challenge,
But your rhymins off target like a chemical embalance,
You shoulda polished your tarnished raps in da first place,
I'll win 5 to 1 that scenario's tha worst case,
Lame brain keep tha state of mind of your birthplace.

(Don't get it twisted folks I ain't got nothin against NYC it's just rap)