Sin-cere? The only Sins here/
Are all the verses I've read from you since I've been here/
"homie you'll die Quickest... out of all who stink you the Shitest"/
You call that wack shit a rhyme?? You need to boost your lyrical fitness/
You talk shit, but the closest you came to bustin' gats is your "smileys"/
After this, I'll have you claiming your so real you could write for N.Y.C/
Cause you being doper than me? Nigga, it ain't happenin'/
With your weak ass rhymes wacker than the B.E.S.T. acronym/
That's it, just wanted to tell you should never have stepped to me in the first place/
Tell Reed Dollaz that "I seen his bitch, nigga, and I got to pumpin' her face"/

300 Wack MC's couldn't see one of me/
Sincerely yours, NYC/