ya punches are like fans to pac...they always gon miss me...
i use complicity in punches,to lyrically burn this emcee...
ya could put macs in ya verse,and it still wouldnt pack heat...*
ya could vote for ya self five times,but ya still gon get beat...
am treatin ya game like a fat bitch...aint no chance its gettin a look...
id have to be high on some chronic shit...for both of them to look good...**
am truly tht ill....im lyrically sicker thn somebody wit flu...
ya lines played so much like a lil kids brand new PS2...***
untouchable...shit...looks like ma rhymes got ya wrapped...
u made a mistake..dont ever come battle me without ya metal packed...****
u aint killin shit bitch...am twistin ya wordz round
am bound to merk ya down...leave this fag lookin like a clown...
dont fool yaself man..ya stupid..our mindz aint never gon collide...
ya still couldnt be up on ma level...even if u took an helicopter ride...*****
ya lookin straight at the screen..kid..tht puts ya behind ma bars...
locked up..tht makes ya owned..like ferrari owns cars...


*mac is a gun...packin heat..carryin a gun
**id have to be high for a fat bitch to look good,
and id av to be high for his verse to look good
***lil kids play they ps2 for ages,ya cnt get em off it....
shit ya cnt even get me off it...especially when ya jus bought it...
****wrapped..also whens somethins finished(its a wrap)..metal means gun
*****hes in midz collide...helicopter takes ya high...and im on a high level...