This living legend might make me famous, or put me to shame,
Would say it, but so many aliases, I keep forgettin' your name.
You flipped the coin, musta lost it, didn't know what you was facin',
You can be the text god, but I'm writin' the Book of Revelations.
Claim how you the greatest, but I Still haven't seen that it's true,
Post a thread to help people out, they said the same thing as you. (Fuck It)
In fact all I hear you do is talk, like you think the best m.c. eva born,
If that was the case, then how come you gotta toot your own horn?
You were a legend on Original, but on this version, what have you done?
I've seen you Cryin' 4 Number 2, But right now you talkin' to Number 1.
So you're great in text, technically sound, heard you got great structure,
But you still have no backbone or hot lyrics, like your disc is ruptured.
Since 8 Mile white kiddz think they can rap, I call it da Eminem Virus,
Kidz, if you got a mug like that, that's a good indication not to try this.
So you claim to be a Native to the rap game, which is a nice thing to be,
But as it says in my profile, I am Hip-Hop, and you ain't in my family tree.
Chrit, he ain't the shit, drops lines lackin' in wit, time for you to git.
Ain't an m.c., lines don't hit like a Hammer, so you ain't 2 Legit to quit.
I know you gotta be a cokehead, 'cause I see you blowin' your lines,
Go to Florida, retire wit old people, everyone knows your past your prime.
I understand you're a legend, but you shouldn't have disrespected me Native,
But I bet you prolly drop apologies just like your style............
.................................................. ........................Belated.

~CJ~

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