Aight look

Vicious shots leave you holier than John Paul... Accuracy leaves you sweating bullets/
Setting this cat up for another tech-fall, While Meta spits cornier lines than cats sporting mullets/
Man this cat is wack, spittin lines so played, I'm starting to call his drops throw-backs/
Punches leave you on ya back, Why duck a sure win... You can't beat Chrit, just face the facts/
Physically man-handle your metas... And anihilate you with verbal blows and tougher worplay/
In base ball you percentage is repectable, but .500 on RB proves you saw talent and ran the other way/
13 battles and you try to usurp the king? Fuck it you're just another newbie to run through/
Not a free agent by choice but Meta was forced to after Chrit retired his whole crew/
Thought complex? Naw kid I've been evidence that its your ideas that are narrow/
How else would a cat plan a drive-by and try to pull it off with a bow and arrow/
No wonder this kid has no presence in audio, Chrit's heard mutes that flow better than this kid/
Looked in to your past to prove ya ignorance in the streets... Cat peeped an auction just to prove he had a bid/
I can see it now... Meta pm'ing for votes for the better lyrycist/
But you gotta expect those lack of punches from a kid that has no fists/
After this battle, just retire... man you have you're place in history/
Right next to all the emcees that were laid to rest by a merking from C-H-R-I-T.............


sorry this took so long.....
didnt have time last night...

edits for spelling