Aight look


Battle me at 11-3?, is this kid dillusional he must have his signals crossed/
Kinda like ya dress when touring prisons askin inmates how they like their salads tossed/
Accepting a battle with a real emcee this cat wont know what to do/
Watch and learn as my punches imitate mexican food the way they blaze through you/
C'mon dog... remember darwins theory on evolution... that shit applies to talent/
See I'm the driving force behind this game, you's just a bitch thats in transit/
Kids already scared of me... mention my name and he starts shakin like ali/
Fuck with big C, you must be crazy, this battle's like a game between the Tigers and Yankees/
Your fate has been forshadowed in your own sig, its true that X kills/
So remember my avatar as I humiliate your feeble attempt at showcasing skills/
A wannabe Sub-Zero... shoulda admired Scorpion then maybe you could see my level/
Cause the only way you could be me is trading your soul for skill making a deal with the devil/
Only vet without a crew, that just shows how you're reveared/
Wait, Compton Records went under and with it went ur career/
This kid is cracking under the pressure like sand turned into glass/
Only time anyone felt his shit is when he stuck his own hand in his ass/
This kids dillusional thinking in this battle he'll be winning/
That like a quadraplegic saying hey lets go swimming/
Chrit's will close this battle by saying you've just read the perfect words/
This aint a squad but you still got merked... man I hate these fucking herbs/