Aight look

They call him clearstatic cause on the mic's he's dead air/
He's spittin bullshit the sad thing is Chrit dont even care/
This herb on a lower level.... he needs to elevate/
Maybe someday he'll outgrow 90's ryhmes and attempt to crowd the plate/
This lyrical shit isnt a game to me son it's a sport/
Off merks one by one as a crew or just cohorts/
King Chrit bout to rip shit dismiss ya clit quip/
Give ya but one tip to be remiss and quit the lip/
Half way to the max, you're loss column is gettin ready/
Whether by phone, fax, or comp a KO is comin hard and steady/
See business is business and your just weak competition/
I must confess and address that you had 3 lines missin/
Only come with twelve lines and prepare to dethrone the King/
Thats too short too soon you're punches left the armor without a ding/
It's an everyday occurance, merkin herbs like you, and you have Chrit's assurance its nothing personal//