Ill choke this "Jersey" "Kidd" with tha inter"net"(New Jersey Nets...J-Kidd)
Hellish-type lyrics got Babylon worked up into a sweat
Throwin punchlines at him from the chest up
And leave him lookin like he was soakin in a tub of ketchup
Take this "horseman" of C.S. to tha glue factory
And stomp him out like we was at a shoe factory
Even wit AIDS you couldn't be sick wit it
Whatever you do to get by make sure you stick wit it
Cause if you had to spit to put clothes on ya back
This nigga would be butt-naked...we doze on ya tracks
Freeze his flow and drop it and he still couldn't "break-through"
Killin this nigga in the first scene, no need for a take-too
This tha last of Babylon Im bout to break you
Ands expose tha light and reveal that you fake too
Like Burberry in the hood you a thing of the past
Just a played out mc who aint made to last




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