i aint dissin yo age im dissin yo rage/
no spark no flame...guess u just in that stage/
fraction of yo rage multiply by two/
couldn't scare the whole cast of the cartoon scooby doo/
so u from 88' or 89' it dont matter its a hit from the past/
u didnt even know your mom when i was hittin that ass/
and ya never rocked the microphone more like a phony on the mic/
shoulda put stock in the xylophone, at least you beat it right/
like a thief in the night, i got you and that phoeny azz treach owned/
yo mind body and soul, and a tall glass of ya ho/
this be the last bar i fire, damn i made a mess with the heat/
so now i put you out tha pasture with the rest of my beef.../