At ya lyrical peak, ya flows weak, who gave u conceit?
To make ears leak, wit flows that wouldn't fit muted beats
U think u betta than rest at best, u can mingle
Ya rhymes so cheesey ya debut's called kraft single
Ya voice is crap, bores me but cracks too much for a nap
I guess I gotta adapt to hearing screach rap
Have u heard of breath control?....ya gasps are infatic
Did you invent a microphone for asthmatics
your a lyrical quaker, u ruin tracks & boards every hour
Wit punches like the lakers post game, has no power
Whats this about, u either really wack or on a drought
Cuz all ya verses are fliers, distributed to be thrown out
U raise your verses arabic, this fact can't be denied
Cuz they're all well trained for lyrical suicide


Don't let that PLL battle fool you, this shit is serious^^^^