this cat don't wanna battle, i'll rip um apart, straight from the brain to the heart/
does this kid really wanna clutch guns-
i'll smack um in the face shoutin punches, watchin um run/
how can you look at yaself, knowin you rep nine people
that's evil for real emcee status/
spittin quik, yea wit typed words, i don't hear ya flow better yet i'm lettin his whole crew know/
i.e. yea i'm sayin it twice i.e-
spittin quick has a better chance rollin the dice/
check ya method, ya 18-7
people runnin to you for wins like drinks at 7-11/
i rip apart pussy emcees, steppin ta me
ya crew falls apart quicker then robots from a factory...interupting all yall's manufactery