aight:

metro, you about to get a rap lesson//
up till now these rap ni66a's is just messin//
time that they wastin, has me all confused//
multiple crimes, i got myself as they accused//
your raps are only ones that have been reused//
they bemuse, me, pretty soon all of RB will see//
that you can't drop a decent key, you hear me//
i'm spittin shit loud and clear, just in case//
a record deal is near, but enough about me//
lets' get down to you, cos the wins on your record are too few//
you winnin' a battle would be like findin' mew, no that i watch that//
with this drop, my battle ryhmes continue to scortch//
yours are as weak and small - like you are at the crotch//
want me to bring it, nah, dude i';d rather fuckin sing it//
after this battle, i can garuentee an epilectic fit, you know//
your flow, is all off-balence, when you rap, crowd is just sittin there in silence//
they ain't stunned by you lyrical talent, they wanna hit you over the head,//
with-a-2ton-mallet, fuck wit me again and i got no choice//
but-to-cock-it, you don't shit-shit, you talk it//
i'm just waitin for the votes to come in, as my raps keep cuttin MC's like a, sharks fin//