Ur rymes aint creative, half of em were from fortune cookies and cracker packets/
U cant run the tracks, Ur out of breath like an asmatic fagget/
Im Sick with Wack Herbs, Hard Images are simply Masquerades,
Punches Like 9/11 Planes, Not Landing.........
.......Maybe cause there simple and Played!!
Pro.digy goes out on a limb, heads-empty, his win is a wander
Probably take a no-show, cuz as we know absence makes the heart grow fonder
Wtf are you crazy man?, .Rip you with no punches...
...Equally servin this herb......
......more then diners serve lunches,