eyo, eyo.. attack u with complex multi-combinational abdomenal hits/
sue-ing me for rapping you is the only way you'll ever be "Rich"/
i nullified your status with 2 lines, hows that for a start WHORE?/
NOT ILL.... thats gotta be what the N.I.'s for/
this battle for me is a "moon-walk", cuz even going backwards Im still ahead-of-dudes/
Rich shaking in "space" after seeing me walking in "Astronaut boots"/
Your shit is "plain"(plane), while my rhymes simply "rock-it"(rocket)/
If i have to go thru you on my way to the top, then fuck-it, Im boarding the "cockpit"/
I can play of your name all day, then perform this verse at your funeral serve/
But instead Ill let u live.. as an example of what what Im capable-of/
snatch ya vocal cords and lace them into my shoes, now my KICKS are speaking to you/
bite my shit all you want, but u could never stomach the chew-thru/
I must be flawless on the mic the way I serve these no-vices/
cuz the closest u been to sex, is having ya pictures used as birth-control devices/
half of your shit does not make sense, u lack flow, and ya rhyme-scheme is shapeless - none/
this battle is like a suicide trial, cuz u'll be dead regardless of the final outcome/

its been a lil minute, so yall bare with me