Yo saint why u tellin me about rhymin ??, shit you need to keep climbin //
to even see me , you’ll neva reach me to defeat me//
u fake, u aiint lyrically chosen/
i spit cold as ice leavin your ass frozen//
your still suck even though you cutting, copyin an pastin//
if you wanna beat me then your time is only waistin//
cause see, on stage, im killin tha mic//
you cant flow, like epileptics cant write//
but im not negative, im jus positive im the best//
spit bullets that split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest//
im comin hard, and thats wit an exclamation//
when u say u blowin tha spot, i didnt think u was dick suckin a dalmation//
You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys//
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz//
I'm sick of this, here's my final dis//
Fuck you dumb ass you ain't shit like this//


hey man just cause u never heard of me, doesnt mean beating me is goin to be easy
they should call me hurrican the way i talk so breezy