lyrical combat,but da vocab u spit won't make contact//
when i'm on black, leave mental wounds like signitures just ta say i did that//
who is that, niccas they call fithy?shoot quickly//
raps now but harmonys history//
and who thought this would be an unsolved mystery?
if bullets was bars da 1's u just shot missed me//
listen b,it's over,i told u once dat da greatest was born in october//
wether i'm sober,i'll still lat ya bitch ass over//
now da votes r in and u loose//
i go all out on a verse like i got nothin ta prove//
except i'm betta than u,i push wait all u carry is advil,tylenol, and excedirin dude//
u didn't really think u was gonna gonna win,fuck freestylin try writtin ya shit down wit a pen//
betta yet just try again,mp know who holds it down even if da rest of ya'll is hate'n//