this kid is comin up on his first lose like a dropping toss, i rap multies like mazes, this kid is 'bound to get lost'/
this battle is like 'points bets', this kid aint got tha right team, a large lose is the cost/
quickly keying in the win to make you queerly step to me, acting like ya want to me drop my dick/
for you, i aint droppin shit, buhin but this shit, cause i got him dropped like bad habbits/
he's cutin phone cords while he trys to call in his verse, so he can try and 'be off the hook'/
i'm in the library, kicken the shit outta him, cause he needs intellegence, so i'm makin this kid 'hit the books'/
ya act like you 'Az-A-ACE', but you aint gonna whin shit when i am da 'Trumph'/(and english card game)
even if i was to take ya mic and hit ya in the lungs, ya still couldnt produce that extra 'umph'/(the sound when hit)
ya act like you got punchs in, but this is like Lenox Vs. Tyson, ya wouldnt be gettin shit in, in 12 rounds/
if ya 'drop' tha fact of dick rydin my style, then not just lyrically, but literally, ya could drop a pound/
'i aint see'n' you win this battle with your mistery ill lyrics, like you were written in 'invisible ink'/
now all need to think, this kid is like ESPN football Specials on Jocks, 'but this cat gets more dink'/
our illness rated in numerals, i was a perfect 100, while you were behind decimals/
you spittin out ill skills, as oftenly seen as Land Lords complaining bout not gettin pays from homeless people/