droppin . . .

you diss lyrics and rymes before i even spit//
cuz you dont know what its like to come up wit sum lyrical miracle lyricist shit//
You ryme like ure name and hide under the wrapper//
i'm like bin laden, i hit you hard and im the fucker no rapture could capture//
Bitch, look at you, ure obsessing..tha only reason i'm writin this shit is cuz im progressibly impressing//
That muther fucker who tries tha shit, scientists dont even want mice testing//
I'd kick ure ass lyrically even if you tried to jump me from behind//
Ryme? not in your quota, people could look at the screen, and told you that i won even if they were blind//
Battlin me, is like the special olympics, either way at the end your still a retard, i could merk you in a faded silence//
A sound so discrete but painfully un-stable that they would arrest me for lyricall violence//
Spittin against you, is bad for my health, you need help//
Give you gun, avoid the embarressment and go shoot yourself//

UPPIN........... - one