...A'yo...
This kid is freezing up...he's too low of a degree...
...The fact that he didn't answer quick...show's he's scared of me
You facin' up to me? A middle weight, that's your status..?
...I dunno how dope that is, you usin' ya wackness as ya apparatus
Face it kid...these words are like crack, I got ya addicted...
...You misfitted, only decent punch you could spit, a wound self inflicted
Show you my purpose, using my sick an' ill verbal currents...
...Records don't me shit, mine to you is just blind self-reasurrance
He hasn't taken a loss from me before, here's the hell he missed...
...He can't spit a healthy diss, an' he ain' hot 'cause 9 is STILL a low celcius...