I'll steal this thief's soul and pull it right Threw His Chest
Ya Know your Victory in this battle dependes on if "I" Do My Best
Your record proves the fact that you're no body to Take On
Writing the disses are the easy part, I stay in the booth Like Pay Phones
I'll dislocate Joints, wet with pistols and Anoint Him
if not, I'll pull out my knife to "SHOW HIM MY POINT THEN", (knife's point)
You can't "move me", like Godzilla can't be droped when Wind Blows
You Can't See Me, like Stevie Wonder looking threw tented Windows
shit, I'm so attractive man, it's like my body's Filled With Magnets
If you really are a "Black Thief", then you should go n Steal Some Tallent