Word-smith eager to versus lyrical foes with battle verses
Words sick I rap pages with syllables on injured reserve list
Murderous G U-NOT Game Got it? Nope I think not
HIP Hop I camel clutch that screaming still "whut dah blood clot"
Negros pump rock still working on a jump shot
On the Ave I shine with a light post sitting on a mail box
Ready for one time or foes to serve out a gunshot
Adidas on writing songs of ghetto kids dying on my block