1st...hit Tru Skillz wit punches, He's known to like forplay,
Cuz he's Strait....Strait-Beats-Off to my lyrics All-Day,
All-Ways...Tru skillz is Headed in every Direction Except-Success,
Now-A-Newb, you Always-A-Newb...not-soon to Progress,
My lyrcis Stain, like this was on the Grid-Iron...you got No-Gain,
As I lift your remains...I behold a so called legend...according to his name,
Who's-The-Blame? Tru Skillz within my crew but my respect...he Doesn't-Have,
I got this battle without a doubt...like Tru Skillz Doesn't have dick In-His-Grasp,
The Depth of my spits continously have you Under-Some-Pressure,
Me-n-You matched? shit folks...consider this the Boston Massacre