hey yo

fuck rise, i spit so u know im for real

you got the army, the navy, the green beray, and the seals

up at your the frontline, well guess what, they all die,

all up at the same time, from me just spitten a line

call me g.t., i even spit rhymes when i rest

my lyrics are bullets, and u aint got a bullet proof vest

a bullet proof chest, naw man dont start no mess,

thinkin u can beat me, well u better go second guess

y u biten the dust, when u trust, i must, put u to hush, so i

bust, on that mic i crush

u weak rapper, g.t. has takin the battle call

thinkin that u gone rise, well its gonna be your downfall

you keep talkin and keep jabin your lines,

but when i come and spit to u,

u on hush like a mime, at all times

i wreck so stop lookin for hope

got u in the book stores lookin for my cliff notes

so u can study so hard, tryin to rip threw bars,

i rip threw cars, like aliens rip threw stars.

so keep talkin, rise we aint close to even,

your teeth keep chatterin now your gums are bleedin

so listen, i punch out your whole team,

head spinnin like ali, its over now ding ding