U ain't B.I.G.........jump off callin urself Notorious,
Tryin to rub off him...but ya styles not that glorious,

When i think of played rhymes Notorious Verses comes to mind,
Spits a bar wit moms, gays & periods in every damn line,

You can't be real?...so it's jus "fakeness on his thoughts",
And why u still here u know that "Greatness Cant Be Taught",

Ya IQ's low and ya verses elementary despite the hard thinkin,
If u was a mechanic......u wouldn't know an engine was missin,

Ya speak loud ya get ya eyes gouged and left wit exposed sockets,
You know u a screwball thas why ur avys headin str8 to the corner pocket,