Yo chek it//.....

Yo i Criss-cross thru america lookin ta lyrically damage ya//
I ended dis hunt on U, cus u were lookin quite da Scavenga//
Scripts of the past explain ya critiques an soft points to a T//
Fallin on me like rain, ya lyrics hit, shatter, splash, but never stain perminatlY//
Could never pass for Sharpie, TO would have to Carry 4 of u in his cleat//
But Neva mind ya Lines an how they can't even succumb to suk da end of mine//
My tip left drizzled, cant even leave an erektion from ya ryhme for any constant amounta time//

It aint easy Livin a life on R&B 6-10....But least i aint 33-1 Like Qb...tryin to pretend//
Life goes on, focused on no-one.....no end...continues on its eternal bend//
In dat case...lucky for u...plenty time for ya spit wounds heal ta mend//
Make u feel better...u can always sit back an pretend, like Qb, thinkin u a i-l-l emcee//
But then again u couldnt cus in ur dreams i creep like freddy, runnin down da eternal hall way, but nigga u wont flee//

I slit ya throat, savin others from Foul spits//
Aisle 3, ask QB, I think thats where u'll find the rap-kits//
I walked past it once....but was embarrassed....dirty tiles, smells of bile, not one member of R&B's elite on File//
Take it as a compliment From CJ to Chem....if ya had to lose u mine as well do it in style....

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