spittin.....
spittin......
oh....yeh
c-rabbit...

g..originally emcee..can-c where u get ur lyrics from...8-mile wanna-be//
couldnt flo wit me if i gave ya a kick start...still stallin out mechanicly//
Street smart may b,batlin me...belive ya actin crazy, stoning off dat chronic..all ya lyrics bustin hazy//

enuff enuff...dun wit dis stuffed toy..frontin like he da real mccoy//
pullin a vic off me wit ur witt....better have better trix than sigfried an roy//
Blazed, dazed, fragment upon fragment....destroyin u into insolitary matter//
feedin on my ryhems but i can tell..ur nose be growin longer an ya stomache gettin fatter//
shatter....ur lines spread across da floor like a set u jus sniffed....//
breeze came threw...felt da drift, still couldnt pick em up... couldnt hint a lyrical a lift//

battlin u only annoys me like scuffin a new pair of nikes//
i'd gotta clean em up but the shit that dun it...damaged me..only irratively slightly//
sickly...only way ya wak emcee eminancy be defined as ill//
ryhmes couldnt flo if i strapped ya ta a pole upon da highst wooden mill//
dynomite...only if ya strapped be-tween 14 stix real tight//
starein with ya sight..glazey eyed...creamin evry time i verse....like ur girl ontoppa me waitin ta dispurse//
Angered writtin on yo-face...blasted wit instence disgrace//
no-reason ta beef nigga... actin like ya walkin wit a tight-shoe-lace//

Cj...frontin in da fore-matter of dis nigga's intelectual side of his brain//
Cant detect ne numerical value of ryhmes so let me-re-frain//
ya spits couldnt stick wit a sharpie on ur screen...still wouldnt stain//

Fuked wit da wrong MC on da wron site.. ta try an roll 3-0 battlin week ass ho's//
Only tight threads u've put together may-b a set a cloathes//
but ur drained, from da river to da quarry...Jet dun fuked up ur cove//
still tryn ta cook up hot lyrics wit dat easy-bake stove//....

sit on dese....an loathe...

next//....