my 1st battle . . . already know its in da bag//
got ya eyes on my rhymes like u some type of fag//
i start spittin dis shit wit out any beats for rhythm//
im startin to spit shit out like a got flu symptoms//
i'll play it like AI n hit ya wit da handle//
b4 i lite ya'll up like dat wick dats on a candle//
da R-O-C representin il-a-delph//
u thinkin bout commin at me better check ya self//
if ya commin at ROC like ya sweet//
ill put ya mouth on da curb make ya bite da street//
this is a dose of NYQUIL put ya right to sleep//
look lil fella face it ya jus got beat//
when it comes to da throne cuz ya'll jus holdin my seat//