--InTrO--

There went some amatuers,here goes a pro dude//
Don't kid yourselves dawg, cuz no one fuckin' knows you//
u ain't never rocked a show, ain't no one ever heard of you//
and even online, MC's proceed to murder you//

eyo, eyo
Let's go....
My rhymes towards you could be as weak as Lil Kim's//
But compared to you I'd look like the second coming of Rakim//
My album is meet Flow Jo's heart, watch in blow up//
You're not just whack you're what whack wants to be when it grows up//
while you ramble-on, I'm leave'n your post extinct, like the masta-don//
so babble-on, you couldn't wreck shit, in a car with the AXLE-gone//
faggot, i remember seein you backstage Apollo after a show// Niggas were callin you "time bomb", always on your knees ready to BLOW//
fuck precision, I cut the wack out, call it mental circumcision//
u suffer from repititon while I'm flame'n tracks while maime'n wax//
slap'n you with encylcopedias talk'n about, "Face the facts!"// Your syntax is wack, the discount rack is the only way you'd make a sale//
if dis battle wuz a test u would fuckin fail//
play exemplifies the art of rap, with words that make the heartline flat//
That's when I revive you, and rip out your voice box for tryin to talk back//
I "smoke" you, kickin a "dope rap", like a mummy wrapped in rolling papers//
Just face the facts kid, you couldn't be on my level if you rode an escolator//
so 13th "comin large" like King-Kongs semen, while your crews small//
you claim to be a man when you rap, but come out soundin like Rupaul//

ova....ur turn!!