Its Game-time for raisin the facts/Its TAH,the one and only emcee in
here blazin in raps/for yall actors I'd consider this the Matinee/I
shook up the world! Its Mista Cassius Clay/dlite needs to seek
intellegence/cuz ya flow was adolecent Kindergarten shit,like a deaf-
mute wit a speech impedament/take ya lil blazin shit and step/I'll
hit ya ta def,turn ya shirt into a throw-back by Mitchell & Ness/I
blaze in battles/DL? bitch I made you,Its like Im raisin adults/its
like Im raise'n cattles,you aint Blazin Shit you just Hot Garbage/a
flaming doosh-bag wit a soft harness/DL, you should know that I
murder Eyedea's,like Ali Vegas at the Blaze Battle/Its more then
Monopoly,my lyrics shockingly phase Scrabble/dlite aint crazy he's
just another madrapper,another sad-factor,and DL's just another bad
actor/DL,c'mon I beat you befo rite here/ faggot-ass queer/when I
battle lite its like Im squashin a coward/the rest of this club
knows Im the same cat that gave 'Austin' his 'Powers'/I'll Blaze ya
shyt and have ya boys lookin down at a crate,tossin ya flowers/yall
the only bitches I know whos fake in thier lyrics/you couldnt be
Blazin even if ya sold Satin ya spirits/Its that misTAHmeanor,your
only other choice is a felony/these rap voices is telling me,
Dlites predictions were dead-wrong like Fabolous at a Spelling
Bee/DL, you winnin this match is like tryin to snatch a Snickers bar
from Oprah/cuz you can only hope the bitch wont turn around and choke
ya/DL? ya post was dead-wack,you dont wanna see TAH rap/cuz if
I really do then my lines'll rap you up like Osama's head-wraps/DL
gots his ear to the street but all he heard is shottys/Im like Irv
Gotti,cuz I got that Murder Ink,my pen is on its third body/knuckles needs some lyrical instructions/cuz my Hall Of Fame rap
is another critical induction/physical combustion blowin up and
Blazin wit shyt that'll merc you and attack ya homies/Me and this
club go together like Shaq & Kobe/Scottie & Mike or more so like
Kidd & the Nets/Im Blazin shyt with my text,which kid is
next/fuck 'former nba champ's,Im still on top/hold still on
glocks,Dlites mommma wouldnt let him play wit the big goys cuz he
was still on lock/Im bout to make these cats freeze when gats leave
holsters/leave'em lookin like victims on a athletes poster/Ima track-
star niggas my tracks-meet vultures/my Rapworld career's in the 2nd innin/I
write with more rhythm then gang rapes in a dikes prison/Im sortta
like Nas,cuz all I need is 1-Gat/dont worry bout me retirin
desire,cuz if bitches gums still bump then you can definately expect a
calculated-comeback/I been here for 3 months niggas I already done
rap/Im bout to gain a championship,bout to hear the chants begin/I
aint like Delite who cant see wins/Im the only cat in here with Blazin
Shyt,cuz the shit I spits hot/Its a welcome battle,but nigga
thought I would let u win Not/Im that nigga that rapworld bitches speak
about,the one who people doubt/but Im also the nigga whose like the
movie "The Ring",cuz the second after you see me youll be tweeking
and freakin out/Im hotter then they/I blaze in battle,my Birthdays on
Veterans Day/I got a hot-hand,Im burnin subliminals/lead servin
durags or turbans at minimal/cuz my albums got so many warnings on
it,you'd think i signed wit the Surgeon General