It's my turn to spit, your lyrics are just shit/ you sound like Steve Urkel, damn right you did it/ but now it's my turn, to cross the bridges you burned/ respect in the rap game is never given, it's earned/ my lyrics are like acid, burning your flesh to the bone/ you keep f--king with me and you'll be flesh and bone/ ciphers are created for me to break them apart/ yeah I do this s--t, but when I do it's art/ like Da Vinci with a paint brush, but my brush is a mic/ you had a brush with death, cus you thought you was 50 last night/ just cuz he took five and survived, you ass ain't that lucky/ I will have your rap career looking like that shit under a bridge...mucky/ first 2Pac, then biggie the lesson ain't learned/ well f--k it, use me, kill me, it's my turn!