face swolled off of ruff battle text..
punches denting ur frame so bad, mods
ordered to do a glove check../

only win-d u gettin is the one in ur lungs..
so idiotic, u thought r-n-b wuz a site
where net artist sung../

snatch u fo ur vision and borrow ur dreams to
end ur imagaginaried foundation..
leaving yo azz lost in exile dying off
starvation..
how old u are, is the years u need to be
in elevation..
no elite fo u in da future, cuz yo throw-ups
are just too basic../

the day u finally be skilled to rip shyt..
is when u see cloumbians greetin pappi with
french-kiss..
my reign of punches commin at u seems
end-less..knockin off ur non-cent verse
dats very cents-less/

plant ur brain in the gravel to harvest skillz
and keep growing..
but fo now post-up, cuz it been a long time Dane
did sum text scoring..
but i know voters gone do serious snoring..
cuz u drop is str8 choppy,played, and strongly
boring/