here is a piece of "THA SICKNESS" one of his battles

switch up ya flow, like reversin niagra/
you need to step UP ya style, takin viagra/
'Spoken' prophecy, got his tongue tied/
like CiaNide, poison ya lyrics, that someone else supplied/
you have tried, but shall not succeed/
your prophecys spoken, cuz ya crew cant read/
chill, like yo throats, 33 degrees, border-line freeze/
your choken on ya 'spoken' .. wheres ya prophe -cy/
im ownin you, like private prope-rty/
tryna Pop-at-me, with what? you lack steal/
your false, fictious, slightly un-real/
Tha sickness has destroyed, a cancerous decease/
call me 'wind talker' i flow like tha breeze/
your flows less than a river, confined by a dam/
ill reverse my pronunciate, to tell you i got imina-stam/
i coulda slashed you in 2 bars, like tha Grim reaper/
take you back to school, ur tha Brat, im tha teacher/
pay attention, and ill shout you a mention/
'spoken prophecy' please report to Sick's detention/