Devine:
I spit quick at wack Emcee’s, whether or not it’s worth it/
Even if you got a vote PER de-FECT you still couldn’t be PERFECT/
This visionary can’t see me, like Stevie Wonder/
Beat the WIND from his Lungs; leave him feeling more broken PIPES than Plumbers/ (windpipes)
This kid gets more fake dough, than play-dough playsets/
And more back-burn than professional race jets/ (Back Burn: Ass fucked)
Full of more hot air than balloons, reppin that Cock Fuckers are coming soon/ (CF coming soon)
Likes to recycle, like shine stolen from the Sun by the Moon/
Rip with a Bic Pen in his eye… read from the corner till dead/
Just giving this kid what he needs, cause what he needs is a MED/ (Bic Pens say MED on the side)

Sk!llz:
Same rule applies for wacker Emcee’s/
Couldn’t elevate past Juvenile, if he burned himself at a thousand Degree’s/
I’d take the Exclamation and beat you in tha back, break you, Boney/
Now you’re just SK… beatin me? Haha… Baloney/ (SK Baloney)
Couldn’t throw a punch, Tossin a boxers chopped off hand/
And couldn’t invade tha AIRWAVES, if he crashed a PLANE into a WATER dam/
I don’t under estimate the skills… I estimate that their wack/
If this was an estimating contest… I’d walk away with a plaque/
In LAMEN terms , I could JUMBLE words, couldn’t stick with a punch if you had ENAMEL for verbs/
Couldn’t take care of his streets… if they was his kid with the curbs…/

Peace