lesson in progress.....

u act like u a,
savage for life? more like average for your whole exsistance...
like leg-less marathon runners, i just can't see you going the distance...
flowing persistant and your caught at a stand still...
a hard verse for u just takes up space like land fill...
i merk you dawg...shit...i leave you stuttering, shook...
your lines get no attention, like blind kids coloring books....
now look at u taking ya time, with more extension then a hair-salon...
plus u couldnt "Pull" on a WIN... place'in ya verse in a water bong...

*now lets finish him*

my style so cold that i froze ya-line... with punches n flow combined...
ya mind-designed so empty, beat'in u in da head i'll sound like a drum-lines...
just face it, u got more played parts then samuel.L.jackson...
take acttion?, why when u'r style more ut dated then IRAQ mapping...
it's over, no votes are needed...cuz he even dout -he's-won-it.....
cuz ya ideas of punches are more empty then ethiopian-stomachs...... BITCH!!! U've BEEN SERVED...

class has been offical THOUGHT!!!