I heard your rhymes, and this rap game you should forget it
I mean some cats cant rap but your shits just pathetic
Your tired-ass rhymes are so fake they probably synthetic

I know some bad cats, but your as wack as it gets
I’ve seen better flow from a kid with terets

You claim to be a battler but man your just frontin’
Your shits wack and mine’s Magic just like Johnson

Your sound is so Tired it’s comin’ out of a casket
You couldn’t carry a rhyme if you had it in basket

Now I don’t mean to hate but my shit’s just that great
It’s the kind of stuff niggas like you try to emulate

Sure you’ve got a few wins, well congratulations man
But I’m the fuckin future and your just a flash in the pan

Rhymes, Style, Flow your lookin’ at the master
You step to the mic and man it’s a disaster

I admit you once had your shit flowin’ but look at you now
It’s like your Shaq man and I’m fucking Yao

Cause to be quite to be quite honest, I aint got time for fakers
So I’m done with this battle man, I’m out… like the Lakers

Your up bro….