look:::

You scared to bust, Im droppin science and u bout to get crushed, plus u not on my level aint no comparing us/
U stare and hush, u already lost dont get teared and cut, cuz if wackness had a sense of 'humor' ya rhymes is hilarious//

Is own folks claim theres no hope for him now...its like the 'cricus is on fire' the way Im 'burnin dis clown'/
Explodin da rounds, leave u in a hole in da ground, my spit will 'scorch ya' so u could really be the 'toast of the town'//

My flow must gotta 'soft touch', or more rush, cuz it gets 'felt the most'/
u aint gangsta, hoe left u broke, u like 'burnt bread' and 'blackjack' never 'dealt with toast'//

Whats worse...I 'kill the competition' like the 'hustlers slogan', TheONe 'cant touch me' like a 'hot pot' when da 'handles broken'/
U can tell I'm killing this gay, cuz he wouldn't be 'fitted for A's' if he was 'managing Oakland'//

Homie ya luck's dry....cuz when u mess wit 'Kronick' Il leave ya 'lungs dry'/
Like Hov said...NoONe must try, cuz it dont matta if u 'JetLI', 'Romeo must Die'//

aight quick key 4 ya.....uppin ya verse....partna

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~WE from P-H-I-L-A.~