my opening lines alone leave you hopin to die/ shatter both ya tear ducts and leave em open to cry/ its impossible to 'rip' me even the 'tides' have tried/ now do u really think the CAN be a contest?/ look at this kid usin words out of context/ my styles hype you just calm-plex

let me give u a lesson on past future and present/ you never could never will fuck wit my lyrical content/ attempt to circumvent and get your limbs detached in segments /

Who the fuck are u nigga, tryin ya best to push figgas/
Your smell lingers, get a bath bitch, check the math, take your fingers/
Out of your asshole, your flow aim low, I aim high/
Enough to bury a disease with a lyrical Tombstone, why would I lie/
The Gods above give me the power to lyrical snap disease like a tree twig/
Why niggas still talking, my gun eagle hawking, u lurking with a broken hip/

This Diseased dude think he Nas or somethin, one mic-ing it, break a few bars, give him a few scars/

so ya think I'm gay, ask ya girl, I be fuckin her up everyday/
ya neva caught me(disease?)I'm elusive, taught that bitch how ta behave/