Aight look,

In dis game of rap im da new champ// Slowly spittin lyrics while this nigga does chants// Spells and curses, voodoo's in verses, this is "rapbattles" not niggaz in hearses// I'm sick wit dis, u cant get wit dis// I'll break u off a peice you'll get lit wit dis// I'm for real wit dis, you can deal wit dis// This stuff that I be writin niggaz kill for dis// Slowly i split, causin ur blood to drip// Hit u wit da "sheddy" homie bet u get ripped// You tha lord of tha "Sith", Im tha lord "gift"// Hold ur breath, take a puff and hit dis "spliff"// Im tha Jedi Knight with theys keys i strike u might as well give up u lost tha fight// There's no "remorse" u lost of course next time u battle "gainst" me u better use da "FORCE"

~Mic Checka 1, 2~

~Mic~