DISS TO TECH SKILLZ

This guy’s a disgrace and why you occupy space no label
Put your books on the table you’re a shook crook and unable
To come back because you’re dumb and whack you not tight
With that nerd mind you can’t serve and shine as a hot light
Bitch you slop right? In the hood lame so I take good aim
Like a marksman’s target on kills no true market skills you lame
Best say your prayers I stay in airs like Army jets when
Harmony gets ruff crush violence in the hushed silence of my blend
Your crew was done when I drew my gun took pop shots
At your block best duck this glock stuff grows like a hot crop
My flames burn and remain firm like a roof under strain
Cause thunder in brain so player take Bayer’s aspirin for pain
TECH SKILLZ you a slop nitwit and you not fit for hot skit
In a Shakespeare play you’re a whack act on cracks so misfit
Step back