When AC flows I know U'r feel'n it.. just deal with It, Im the one control'n Whyte Avenue//
My solid hit's leave U brused n' abused, like a Jasper Ho, you've been beat'n Black n' Blue//
Your a lyrical skank... used n' confused, U can't pass for a rhymic whore anymore//
So go'head act like you should.. I hold the E-town thrown.. Im your commodore//
It's a fact AC is going down on the Leg3nds list.. while Whyte status barely exists//
Battle'n me was stupid it woulda been smart to resists, cuz im the lyrical hypnotist//
Whyte lacks crutial components, and yet he claims his battle raps are fatal//
Know'n yah rhymes are wack, U disiplin ur'self, beat'n U'r own ass wit a latel//
This kid's rhymes lack fundamental skills to merk..my lines strike so solid u'll be need'n dental grill-work//
In the dark, I lerk then annihilate with a smirk.. stricktly smile'n all the while i'm text'n words berserk//