I can tell you ain't at all gangsta, the way you living live,
Cos you ain't got a 4-4...your record just rocks a 5-5,
Your verses are whack, weak and composed in the wrong manner,
As your bars are as choppy as the cut in your banner,
Finest in Manchester? I guess that's true, ah yeah,
Cos I knew there was a reason that I've never been there,
Guess you give pleasure so I'll put an O on your name you geek,
But that's kinda apt cos...It's weird how you Kamze-O weak.