son the next time you rhyme try ta listen to a beat/
wit a flow so shity nigga u screamin out defeat
cuase dem lines is str8 weak/
i seen katz wit no hands throw harder punches to da cheek
like gates and bolt cuters son mah shit is of da chain/
im cuttin ya face up like a piece of raw cocaine
you da result of whut happens when niggaz tamper wit cha brain/
spit stupid shit and swear to ya self that ya shit is insane
son u need to be locked in an institute for the lyricaly inclined/
if der was a such thing as rap police u be the first to get fined
whut u think u gonna take down mah empire bah bringin lil heat/
you tryin ta take out da king when u should be kissin mah feet