Cosmos? Yeah I know you gotta be Star-Struck to even be mentioned wit Jay,
You ain’t good enuff, so it can’t be star wars, you belong in a galaxy far, far away.
Choosin’ you, Premanition musta had his head in the clouds, shootin’ for the stars,
Didn’t live up to the hype, Alcholic? Maybe, but you’ll find your end in these bars.
And I don’t even shoot guns, But whatch out, my Typin’ finger is startin’ to itch.
No big deal, after this online homicide your crew is only gonna be M.issing A. B.itch
Read your lil’ mag, it’s a shoe-in to beat C.S.? , M.A.B. just wanna walk on our path,
Over-lookin’ us, Gassed, thinkin’ y’all shit don’t stink, but I’m Makin’ y’all take a bath.
Prem, you must have always missed astrology class, or maybe you were just tardy
You shoulda known your Mind that Jay’s skills are Above those of this Celestial Body.