i'll set the STANDARD and your set for BRANDIN cause this boards my slaughter house and the next in line is where your STANDIN' ironically your CHRONICARLLY DUSTED from your own DUST SPITS and this piece represents your poetic JUSTICE
your hard like steel skills have just been RUSTED and CRUSHED WITH the ease of spreading MUSTARD

(come on kid_)
You obviously ain't on my LEVEL right now but only time'll tell
**Looks at watch**...NAW you're still whack as hell
We got something in common even though you're WORTHLESS son
I'LL roll 7 11 during CRAPS you prolly work at one
I’ll leave ya best perplexed cause I’m what these mothafuckas came to SEE
Only time Organik could spit a mad verse is if he bit MINE angrily
Ya flow so aimlessly like you composed ya VERSE on red line’s GLORIES
I’ll leave you in a frozen HEARSE cause your rhyme book is read for bedtime STORIES
I verbalize sadism and depict VIOLENT infamy when I RECLINE and SPIT IT
Your flow’s in DECLINE but fitted to be HORRIBLE and insufficient
Ya missed ya MISSION for VERBAL retaliations and reimbursement for humiliation on amplifying SPEAKERS
You couldn’t kick KNOWLEGDE if encyclopedic DATA replaced the insignias on your SNEAKERS