Ima you string you up like "violins", this is nothing to "fiddle" with/
Im buildin' a "foundation" of wins, and kid you're just one little "brick"//
I read your battles, they're pretty "homo", so you know they ain't "straight"/
I'll "bend" ya "lines" into my record, in the shape of "figure eight"//
Every line you spit is wack, is that the best you can do??/
"SPL!T" PRODUCTIONS . . . "the wack half" is you, the other's the rest of your crew//
After this battles through, you'll be "Peter Pan" . . . but what for??/
'Cause your existence in the "Land of" winning streaks is "Never-More"//
I'll bring "meta-4" flippin' pressure, and have you searching "4 meta's"/
You ever defeating me is just a "Dream Cast" like "Sega"//
I'll leave ya "fly" rhymes "grounded", and have you "making out with grass"/
Only time your verse is "(w)rapped tight" is when I'm "taking out the trash"//





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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04