I guess you were waitin for me...I told you to go first but oh well....it's cool man drop tomarrow.



I’m tired of these streets dats why I spit greese to these beats
Bustin on you weak emcees, Saladin sorry, but you gets defeats
Imma a newbie pelagic that’ll still flip scripts wit the flip of my wrist
On your lips I’ll kiss the tips of them shits wit a Krips fist
My krippled ass could still beat you even if you were a drum
You dumb you standin in AWE like where is MoS iLL from
Numb nutts but guess what? I’ll kick back flips up in this bitch
I gotta an itch to drop a rhyme on this battle and leave you wit a stitch
You wish you were me but you cant be cause I aint no Genie in a Bottle
I’m just full throttle to spit 10 lines on you like I was Cocaines Role Model