Boston Lyricist ur vanity leaves me lost, like i was surrounded by mist
Ur rhymes are shit, cos ure not a competent linguist
Like 50 ima get rich or die tryin, cut ur some one else
Kinda like Queer eye, cos ur spits ound like dey been picked of a shelf
U probs went 2 sum lyric website, feeding just like a parasite
Cos ur rhymes arent factual, like a black womans weave, ur hymes aint natural
Im dope it dun been defined, sayin ur sick is a mofoin crime
u gon get punked jus like shyne, cos this '2' is nuttin but mine
Ur a celtic, well i iz hectic
Im gentically laced wit lyrcall skill, every flow i hav is simply ill
Cos everything comes natural to me, and u ma friend cant c me
Cos i b tha Elusiv G, and im a leave u in fog of confusion
3 montha fter this battle, u still b wonderin' y u loosin'
Cos u accepted by looking at my win record, like a leopard
i got many spots, i got losses cos i bin battlin mcs at the top
I aint comin on here to b testin newbies, u wud freeze
If u attemoted to test vets or run wen time 2 rep yo set
Hey yo dog i love jigga, y u reppin him, wen u a gay porn figga
Jay-Z knew u were givin him props, hed have stopped rhyming and left the spot