Now let me spark a true blaze, I got 'Clippers' that'll give you a new fade,Shanks is just a has-been tryna relive the glory from his Good ol' Dayz-
I'll clap at you n make ya hip vibrate, like i hit up ya two way//
Shanks thinks he's 'ill' cause he plays tha "thug roll" when tha truth is he's just a *CHICKEN PAC*//
i got this shit on lock- watch me tare this 'mark' n rip tha "spot"- i wounder who taught this kid to box//
ya fake criminal, gettin mad in pre-skools is tha last time that you "HIT THE BLOCKS"//
T goes coo coo, givin ya cavity searches wit drillin' tools/
Dawg, im like chinease food, you can bite me but i still wont be 'Fillin' You/

I answered ya challenge so you must have bad luck/
I'll punch threw ya spine with a Motorola in hand tellin you to call for back up/
Tha only way ya albums goin *gold* is if Robin Givens *dug it*/
My rhymes are rock solid so like TLC, you can't *budge it*/
Like cross dressers you'll get dragged trick, get a slashed stomach/
Wit ya spleen ruptured, Im *dreaded* like Bob Marley's roots, My flows bananas like tropical fruits/
Similar to voters in Florida you should avoid booths, Im wack? like bad photographers you got negative proof/
I'll uppercut ya rib cage and compress ya lung sack, Like broke chicks wit weaves, ya demos full of weak tracks/
T easily drops Emcees while popin' keys...im untouchable,Dell would have a hard time tryna find tha right 'Comp' for me...