Kreepers-wthout-jeepers-to-the-mic, i R.I.P. you fools quicker the "NICK-BERG"//
Lift-urs, when i "split-words", my shits worth 1000 and i aint talkin bout "pictures"//
My mixtures, are so chemically evolved that the periodic table dont "hold-them"//
No friends, leave ya pockets inside out, then rob ya mind so you have "NO-SENCE"//
Old trends, is what y'all spittin, so get out of here wit ya "aged-rap"//
Page-slaped, cuz im closing the book on this subject, leavin you wit no "payback"//