(nice drop kid)

You've taken too long plannin, roll you up in a philly, smoke you out the cannon cuz I'll make sure you dont persist to exsist //
Take a "pee in your boots" so you can "walk around pissed"//
Punchlines leave no bruises, but these lyrics rip you apart//
You been droppin light lines that couldnt even affect the dark//
Those were chewed out sentences, cant be considered a verse//
i could insert 'forfeit' but against you, it'd be considered a merk//
This guys 20 years old, the only reason hes on this site cuz he cant get any sex//
So when hes not on RB he's in chat rooms lookin to fuck a bitch in text//
Bein the first to accept against me i'll make you feel outta place//
Like a fat man on a rugged moped in a cadillac dealership tryin to find a parking space//
You cant possess anything worth-while, face skill. . you dont have it//
You couldn't catch anyones attention if you born wit the name, "Lyrical Talent"//
Your punchlines hit you harder than they hit me//
Your an embarressment to society, i could put a slit in my rymes just to start but you still couldn't rip me//
You'd have better chances on Makin the Band part three//
Impatient bastard, talkin against me like i need practice, reps philly so he thinkin hes too tough to touch//
Dissin anyone he can talkin like he cant wait til' he beats everyone when he just joined this month//
So just keep runnin ure mouth, "Mr, New to RB, reppin philly to see, Mr. I just joined in June 2003"//
Cuz fluently, like a cheesy bag ure jewin me, thinkin you'll be the next great emcee to be , ure a bad joke you aint foolin me//
Philly-cannon dont possess a second look it aint worth ure image//
In other opinons, this battle didn't even start, cuz like a dark chord dimished i pinched the finish. . . end

UPPIN UPPIN