Brooklyn Mouth stuffed in "Laxative packages" thats why he Spits Crappie../
and now he's finnaly battlin a real true Vet so Brooklyn can finally "DIE HAPPY"..//
I’m tired of da “child” making lyrical FOOTNOTES..../
while he couldn’t Write proficient taking the SYLVIAN approach//
I Spit uncontainable Flames, u blaze like a diminutive ROACH.../
. Crip? Nobody understand ur “Hand Signals” like a Dominican COACH//
im the JUDGE in this small tussle, but also a massive destroyer/
and ya lines just DON'T APPEAL to me like PASSIVE LAWYERS!//
ryhmes is what im about, so you dont even wanna test one/
sh!t, I could MARRY YA MOMMA...and you still couldn't STEP-SON!//
lookin ‘raped-wit-scars’, his ‘brainblock’ like Junior ‘Weightlifters’ cuz he ‘Weights’(waits)-for-‘Bars../
Rtik ‘(Runnin’over) Brooklyn like ‘Poor Families’, cuz he cant ‘take-the-(Charge)’//
...Pull ya card ain't sayin shit with wack-and-lost-words../
I smack-and-toss-nerds and my Punches have ya seeing more Stars then Red carpet at-the-Oscars//
Brooklyn got less Mic presence (presents) than Jews on Christmas/
Try to spit, i'll embarass your dopest game, you Couldn't Drop A Hot Verse Skydiving while engulfed in Flames!//
ya fate-is-slim if you put ya Faith-in-wins...meet me and Lose-your-Religion
choose-ya-prison....hype ends ya crooked-fate . . .
looks-is-great...but Brooklyn verse is all Cheap Talk...like Discount books-on-tape//
i drop facts-mac...compare with me? your steez-is-worse . . ./
can't stop-my-tactics...'UNLOCK'-ya-wackness...its the only time ya 'KEY-ya-verse//
bring-the-hearse... with balistic punches slay-this-gay . . .
the sports-intense..Pour-cement on ya Trail of Wack so you can really Pave-the-way//