My wise words is quoted, merely more than a def poet//
'Cuz to know it is the moment that we all perform and shown it//
Strictly basic, while haters can take it and base it//
While others relate it to similar face lifts, and fake spits//
Armed with the tactics to combat scripts with wackness//
Get used for target practice, Tony Atlas, I got the game strong armed//
More than just warm, i'm completely bunsun so stop the frontin'//
Ya mouth is open big, young nigg, but you ain't sayin nothin'//
Basically i'm relaying something, the masses been blessed//
Outkasted and test, relying on less then the best leaves ya head in a rest//
Mental deprivation is what is facing on the horizon when wildin'//
'Cuz to rep RB means to please at ease with these vicious flows while smilin'//
No denying, basic truth gets lost in the shuffle while queens get dealt//
'Cuz aces is what they facing when pacing, as wannabe kings get shelfed//
More than just rings and championships, guns cant be unclipped//
Holsters hampered at hip, you wack and thats what you get//
If you don't know who i'm talkin 'bout you obviously ain't applied yourself//
So rely on self, deny the wealth, keep it street, carry heat, and define ya self//
And fuck the little bitch that ain't even worth gettin his name mentioned//
Lil' nigga get left after school, basic retention gets traded for brain detention//
At the slightest mention of questioning skills, you get fillet'd at the hills//
Chopped for a minute and sprayed after pills//
Get popped, bullets rock, sons whole brain get chomped//
Sane and stomped, the lil' bitch that prays we stop gets way shot up//
And the flowin' see, is matched with potency of knowin me//
The illest cypher alive don't spit jive, just DEF POETRY//

"Fuck da opposition... Our only competition is us gettin sick of spittin..."