when i pop or fight, i come hot wit flight, n like writers block i'ma knock ya lightz/
hear us vetz, u'll stop u'll like, the talk of mights, cuz even if u tried~to~stone, D, mi~cro~phone, u couldn't rock the mike/

my spits please the brutes, when ya voice is more high than be's on flutes/
i throw free's at dudes, n since i like my juice fresh i'ma squeeze this fruit/
i'm above the law i'll fight a cop, cuz they know the fact that wat i write is hot/
i admit i don't write a lot, but this fag puts headings on he's spits so he can call it a title shot/
i'll wreck this, cuz my spits diss em cee's relentless n hab em beheaded/
in this battle u'll come second, cuz i wreck it, so don't b ashamed when no one listens to u n doesn't "check it"/

i stack undifined bodies in piles, like x files, cuz didn't u kno abc'z are crazy n that D's wild/
my spits makes ya girl smile, cuz she knows i wrecked u in a 10 min free style/

AIGHT IAM DONE~! WORD