Keep ‘em coming, I’ma bust every "Hit Parade" member on this site//
Enigmatic has y’all’s "chains" coming off like fucked up "bikes"//
It’s gotta be a beatin’ I’m throwing, don’t be mad dogdies, it’s something I had to do//
Y’all get hit with so many "combos", it’s like i’m throwing "lockers" at you//

Quill, I ain’t even gotta try to beat you, so honestly fuck it//
Nigga’s like a "fired janitor", ain’t gonna get another "kick at the bucket"//
To me you’re a little m.c., can’t you get any taller?//
How you tossing "slugs"?, you’re just throwing "creepy crawlers"//
I speak as a baller, on the "court" you think your hard//
I get to the "point", you couldn’t cover me if you were a "security guard"//
Come get wetted up Quill, i’ma put you in ya place man//
This pussies punches wouldn’t make "contact" if a "space ship" landed in his hands//
See me roll up fresh ice with the new range//
While you sittin’ around handcuffed to a pussy, and still remain at the bottom of the food chain//

Even other dudes claim, Enigmatic’s a freak of nature, a sick act of science//
Avalon, I swing "upper cuts" to lash "giants"//
A sick act of violence, I construct the cruelest of submissions//
This "dick head" don’t wanna become a "Jewish tradition"//
Facing me?, who you kidding?, you probably live at a fake thug apartment//
I produce drugs on the market, come get squashed like bugs on a carpet//
Ya rank is whack kid, you'll never see me in ya spot//
Like nice bartenders, you couldn’t hit me with a "free shot"//
I don’t lose, so when I spit it’s like a mine struck//
This a "Ram-page" bitch, and I ain’t talking about a "St. Louis lineup"//

(Damn, couldn't keep it ta 15 lines, sorry... Had too much to say. .La Familia. motherfuckers… reppin’ to the fullest. HOLLA!)