aight here we go

Your 'elevation', is so slow that your running out of hairs//
I take the escalator, while your taking the stairs//
I could beat you in this battle, with only 'one hand'on the keys//
The only time your 'spitting hard', is when your on your knees//
You say your not looking for a crew, but thats not really true//
You've looked at all the possibles, not even BRE want you//
I've got more 'covers', than the F.H.M magazine//
But your more like Haileys Comet, your hardly ever seen//
Your looking for an 'oasis', but your heading for a fall//
You've been at this for a while, but now you've hit the 'wonder wall'//
All career you've beaten newbies, now your paying for your crimes//
your style is so crooked, you need braces-on-your-rhymes//
Your getting so bad at this, that all you spit is foam//
Hopefully they will have rb on a computer, when you get to the retirement home//

aight your turn, good luck