.:OPENER:.

If you wrote ya rhymes at 'night' ya flow couldn’t be Prime-Time/
my mind's live..ya lyrics ain’t really 'Good Fella(z)' so don't try to be a Wise-Guy/

.:MAIN DISS:.

ya rhymes lie, I'm bringin rhymes at 'high degrees', makin ya 'spits-evaporate'/
you only get ya 'flow runnin' when you 'sit-n-masterbate'/

Instigator's tight as fat people in fitness gear, slingin spears/
makin Instigator's fear dis-up-here(disappear) like I'm God whisperin threats in a Christians ear/

I make fun of played-rhymes, you only behind bars for dissin Brooklyn with hate-crimes/
this kid's bars wouldn't make a connection if he spit em’ over date-line/

.:CLOSER:.

Equipped to fight direct with instant radars, my flows can 'a-Ford' to 'outshine' so I'll never 'Dodge Instigators'/