Rar ya scriptures developed are irrelevant, no consumption in verse, this fucka lacks intelligence//
money i'm strippin you of ya essence then taken ya sanity leaving you w/ no cents(sense) but plenty of negligence//
this nigga is past tense, conversion to a Jehova's witness is a definite but they can keep the door 2 door//
I'm knockin much more on this nigga, my opinion(verse) is the only one needed, so you can keep yours//
You not winnig this lyriced war, kneel and recognizes defeat while in the presence of a superior emcee//
Rar's got desperate flows, the only way your spits go anywhere is if ya text is marqueed//
best back off me, ya flows is like adding negatives, niggas ain't neva have something positive to say about ya rap style//
I crack smiles halfway in ya verse, press the back icon cuz nothing you drop is worthwhile//
Another textcee banished to the junk pile, my versatile lyrics leave mothers in shame,screaming damn why my son had to be so lame//
Jealous of my stature, Rar if i let you borrow my name is the only way you will be acknowledge in fame//
I cock back and take aim w/ flow, just to maim this hoe//
i came so go, stay and i can't be blamed for the pain bestowed//



like the ref on celebrity daeth match.......let's get it on