24 Karat showin no signs of wisdom/
Or lines with rhythm, no design ta your system/
Only time you "go ta tha street is ta check your mail/
"hell s Courtship" already failed, you lookin extra pale/
Almost ghostly, was intimidated before you approached me/
Couldnt be "over me" if I was midget, you spit soberly/
I spit lifted, my bars well analyzed/
You sanitized & Im grimey, never satisfied/
Your knowledge proves ta have no evidence/
Because you seem a little bit illiterate, readin your bars requires Excederin/
Your slow expands but still never improves/
Ill induce wounds that consume your tunes, placed in a tomb too soon/
Make you a prisoner of your own mistakes/
You hesitate, I create debates that leave you in checkmate/
I like whut you tryna do, challenge tha big dogs so you can improve your status/
But this dog is a rabid-infested savage, leavin you & your cabbage in caskets/
"24" becomes demolished because my steele bars are rock solid/
Spit-shined & polished, get a note pad & gain some Knowledge....Bitch....