I cant believe yo wastin my time, poppin n frontin this shit in Frontlines
don' believe kelly n think you can fly, yo rhymes are equal to weed in dimes
wanna say i Memorize? My rhymes jus like Biggie continue to "Hypnotize"
thats why wit this panther you better realize, i come shipped wit 9 lives

I don feel bad spittin against a fake black, cus skin n skills you both lack
16 bars max is too much fo yo attack,causin yo style to have a heart-attack
i don spit showin love to another, so take it like yo boy fills you as yo lover
if rap was conceived im its mother,I didnt come from the top but down under

Freestylin is like gym class vilian [fags aint picked], but don be layin pissed
yo jus battlin a kid [wit a gift], jus like life listen [to it bitch you jus aint it]
im spittin this faster than two automatics, how can you spit n lack classics?
you the same bitch who thought stillmatic, came before nas's Illmatic

You a disgrace to this nation, so im ready to finish you off with Retaliation
you aint battlin no clef Haitian, a full blooded kingston jamaican
so heres my lyricial invitation, sit still like 50 n em n keep patiently waitin
if yo a rapper in the makin, im the 1960s Slayer welcomin you to segregation