prepare 2 die, make ya peace with god, “embrace the divine,”
cuz battlin u is like wearin a belt made of watches “a waste of time”
X Perfecting the flows, chop up your body to about 1/2 the fraction
Break your 'vertebrae' just so you can think that you're back in action
My flows merk a win, for you is as unlikely as having a monk sinner
When it comes to rappin on 'tracks' you're 'out of line' like a drunk sprinter
Now get to know it's no contest cuz I shattered your rhymes
I steadily shine so your loss comes in just a matter of time
maybe i should just dis myself 4 u, cuz i'll prolly “need help to lose”
i'll rip the skin off ya reptilian ass & design matchin “belts and shoes”
Nigga , all your shit was “Recycled or Bitten.”
You should practice what you preach, not "rehearse what you're spitten."