Through the scripts, I take snipets of ya life when I spit/
Effects the intellect to compress a ‘killa’ when he’s brushin with death/
Let me address.…this battle wont last long once my rhymes are in effect/
express throo a certain rhyme scheme like it’s a code to dress/
scorching heat burn ya brain so ya thoughts are ‘smoked’ out of ya frame/
crackin craniums- insane, explain pain when it feels ya tounge is in chains/
no more lyrical saliva to spit with…as if ya lip muscle is strained/
if you wanna elavate this beef..i’ll take it to the USDA/(meat inspection place)
professionally certify, rhymes are fortified- no compramise/
im too complex- your nuerons flexed to the extent that they considered irrelavent/
suspeneded in mid air…you still wouldn’t elevate.../ excruciate- hit you with bullets-cus ya verse is not worth the wait/
killa nodding his head, not cus he agree’s but because he’s with his friends in his moms bed!!/
damn, did I humiliate you enough?, you shoulda neva came to the call out..well it wasn’t my fault you didn’t have the right stuff/
when you lose, I’ma dispatch the reaction you --get--, from a walkie-talkie, and still call my benevolent/