....u wanted to hate too.....u wanted to put in ur two cents..........okay..........ima do it like this.........yo...yo........yo......



i'll drop these lyrics first acceptin the fact that you'll ride it/text it wit my eyes closed so u can say u got 'blind-sighted'/studied
'herbalogy' registered for classes one and then two/u was in
perfect view in the beginnin of the course was an avatar of u/i
spit hotter than flames droppin ur temp down to negative twenty
degreez/punches delivered 'faster' to ur 'mental' causin ur 'brain'
freeze/chrit wanna get 'physical' i'll put my 'gloves' on consider
this ur 'check-in'/i'll battle knightshade and avalon again just to
see u continue sweatin/previewed ur past 'flows' u make the rulez
cuz u have a tendacy to 'ride'/but disciple shinin' verbally radiant
droppin u down to 'low tide'/i peeped the way durin my joust wit
a 'mod' u tried to jump on the boat/u bout to get choked out in 20
feet of water excellin ur skillz of 'deep throat'/u try to 'disable' ur
opponent by goin second thats givin u the 'handicap'/but i'm
provin the fact that even durin Christmas u still couldn't 'wrap'/i
challenged u once but u were declinin' duckin' thats info for newbs
who might of missed it/but i'm takin this to ur head like hennessy
leavin u anonymously twisted/now feed on my rhymes attach
urself to the screen as if u were a leech/matter of fact i'll hand u
the podium the mic and the bible and u still couldn't preach/u
couldn't be hotter than me in the middle of summer wit a triple
fat coat/FU*K Avalon and Knightshade..............tell MindTheory
thats somethin else he can quote/like a retarded kid who has no
business playin i'm takin u out the game/shatterin ur verbal
window scatterin my lyrical pane/if u was in ur deathbed
contagious wit hepatitis u still wouldn't be I.L.L./even stuff ur jaw
wit five cans of Copenhagen u lack ability to spit at will/ur style is
over-the-hill played out like anotha Ja Rule collab/duckin punches
evadin a challenge doesn't mean u got a wicked jab/each throw
is just a 'cycle' exposin ur 'blood' slowin down ur lyrical rag..........
.........(damn.......I went over........had alot to say about dyck
ryders........just match my lines........)

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