Yo, yo, yo . . .

You call ya raps "spit"? It's more like you're "seething at the lips"/
When I'm done you're gonna join *K-Lowk* and Even in my sig//
Whats with ya fake ass, math class mathematical spit/
Kid you ride cock so much, you starred in "Clash of the Dicks"//
Fuck the "Titans", and fuck ya fake ass scientific flow/
"Write ya rhymes on ya cock", and start "lyin' with a hoe"//
That's only way ya flow would "elevate" and "go-up"/
You make fun of "donuts", 'cause all you got is "No-nuts"//
Just a little sorry one-incher, "toothpick" for a "dick"/
I'll make ya whole fucking battle verse "flip" like a "script"//
I'll "rip" you up like a "letter", that just "came from my school"/
and your "intelligence" is "faker", then the "name of your crew" (Look at his sig^^^^)//
I'll send chills thru ya spine, to strike ya solar plex-us/
"Get with the times", change ya name to "Heinz" and "catch-up" (ketchup)//
Your flow's never "right", so you gotta run "left" to shine/
Plus you're "sensory deprived" like you're "dumb", "deaf", and "blind" //
I'll "cut ya inspiration" so you have to rhyme with "severed-might"/
Lucky thing that you don't walk "tightropes", cause your "lines are never tight"//




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::yo, my bad for the wait. I went out last night soon after I started my verse. I got home later then I expected, so I didn't get to finish it last night. And I was gone all day today. But anyways here it is. UPPIN!!!!!

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04