Nah brotha back to the dimention where you battle ya raps
I'll put you in an illusion of crack dispurse and scatter your back
I seen the truth essense but it aint much till you learn to ball
This punk knows I'll under rate him cuz my punches ready to brawl

My score in rap is higher than Pac Man masters
Leavin my legacy on this man dome when I trash ya
I'm bustin the AR till the cops come to my position
More shots to ya face wit my glocks safety missin
Look at this boy / looks like he's got intelligence stocked
But I'm much nicer - gettin grams of the premium rocks
I'll stop ya show now till my soul gets the glow
I'mma general league brotha that fights wit blows

see me