thats tight, another class session has started/
imma take your ass from past and present to departed//
we the hardest cats runnin in open mics to beef son/
ok, your pretty ill fag, SYKE! you weak son//
you speak none of the realness it takes to make it/
in fact, i bet that any record you'd make, i'd break it//
most of yall are BITCH BOYS, BABIES, no respect for your elders/
probably cause most white kids is protected and sheltered//
your head has been scouted, now my flows seek it to penetrate/
your bars drop like your girls period after me, hellish late//