aight..............
shit is up.............

*stares at BROOKLYN and steps to the bitch*

aight...yo...yo

you were itchin to engage fists and discover the goal like a virgin, i'll pound your record with one round like Philipousis servin//1
the tables turnin similar to when Goliath demanded a confrontation with David, my immense talent will produce total onslaught like Christ our Saviour//2
i've witnessed wannabe rappers, but your the first wannabe city, that's like trynna produce a thief out of some muthafucka who isn't shifty//3
i'll discharge toxic punches that'll leave your mind paralytic, the prospect of you beatin me is like shaggin a whore and not becoming infected//4
i aint givin you a thing from this encounter except this verse as a souvenir, cos your about to get slashed away like Van Gough's chosen ear//5
you'll be livin in fear when i come full force just like a wining hound, due to the quality in every line, i've left Brooklyn spellbound//6
your hell bound if you fuck with me, i've already rang the funeral bells, i destroy the alliance and all involved and leave only empty shells//7
every sound that comes out the hole in your face is total irony, im main course to this battle cos just like “2pac”, I’ve got “all eyez on me”//8
I feel sorry for mic check*, but who would wanna bite off rhymes so weak, I would rather watch “George Bush” bite on Tony Blair’s meat//9(bush got blair, ENGLISH prime minister, to help in the war on iraq)
Finisher:
your record reflects on the fact you battle newbees, I’ll snap you like a skinny twig, you wannabe a star but even if you called yourself BROOKLYN “smalls”, you still couldn’t be “Big”//10

*Mic Check bit off BROOKLYN and got banned (stupid mufucka)