You call yourself a legend when you’re only thirteen, and still scared of girls with cooties… scared to tap the bootie/
StreeT, you ain’t even gone through puberty, damn, that’s rude-of-me, but to lyrically lynch you is what I consider my duty/
Why you’re on RB… dude, that’s rackin’ my brain, you say you’re “Undefeatable� when your-record’s-already-been-stained/
I can beat you numerous ways ‘cuz I got tricks up my sleeves, I could use an Ace of Spades… but-you’ve-already-been-Purple-Hazed/
My Lyrik@L $tyleZ will leave you in denial, you’ll try to win this battle but, you’re-just-too-Feeble-Minded/
This verse’s sorta like a Solar Eclipse… you’ll have to shield your eyes or else you’ll be surely left blinded/
Watch as my lyrical knives-n-daggers leave your body bloodied-n-battered… your fates gonna rest, in The Hands Of God/
Once I’m through with this verbal beat-down, I’ll lay the heat-down… just long enough to, stomp-your-body-into-sod/
StreeT, you couldn’t knock me out fairly if I was a lightweight boxer, and you were Rocky Marcianno/
StreeT trys to act like he’s a thug, but he’s only an immature kid still eatin', happy-meals-from-McDonalds/
You call yourself a Legend when your real name is Ori… you’ve already lost your touch, just-like-Robert-Horry/
You try to drop hot verses, but they just-end-up-a-joke, shit, I bet you’d get bitch-slapped-by-that-femcee-DarkHisTory/
Which letters of the Ã¥lphÃ¥ bëâ€- to use against you, you know… I just can’t D'Cyde, I’ll place an “Lâ€� to your right side/(right side=loss)
You come from Philadelphia-the city of brotherly-love, express your homosexual side, let Mystik Mind, be your guide/

If you didn’t notice… I used all his crew member’s name in the battle against him… Ace of Spades, Purple Haze, Lyrik@L $tyleZ, etc…

Fuck 15 lines... i only need 14.

Aye StreeT.... can you say, "Merked"?