yo i got u...
an u asked me if u could spit 1st...

smitten w/ wisdom of rhythm, seducin tha paper,
producin incisions thru written, my pens inscription/
splitin ya atoms, spazin, backhandin ya anthems,
unhand tha gun man.....u lackin tha aim/
a passionate lame, proclaim came snatchin acclaim,
u came, graspin 4 fame, in "fashions," shame u rappin/
ya brain can't fathom u fake? lend u a hand,
have one, I graph a fist in ya face where u stand/
my disses grace ur disposition, fukkin ya "pivot,"
to "post" potent lyrics, im Shaq ur incoherent/
so is ya hopes ta float, my flow floodin tha board,
like 40 nights of reighn sept im uppin for more/
up in ya jaw my dick stands, sorta like a kick stand,
spittin, an yet an stil cant match my skillz (damn)...

sry it took so long had ta go somewhere w/ moms u kno how that is...