Damn, this kids a real Heavy weight.. like fuck he's almost got 30 battles under he belt//
I'm almost scared now.. my rhymes hold the po1ent T.H.C, my burn, yours just melt//
You couldnt drop a bomb if you were a friend so Sadamm's desert base//
Po1tent keeps running scared, lyrical with that reccord you cant keep pace//
This battle was a waste, you come hard? bitch you cant even retaliate//
This kids another vote biggot, in the lyrical KKK, and still cant discriminate//

This kid begs for a real vets ghostwriting, your line reciting antics wont do it ..weak trick get flipped quick like a gymnist by far
One Name One Ill MC that stilll Number show by the true bars



I taught u the bars and lines,yea I'm the real corrupt'd fucker//
Yet u still far behind wit a broken spine and my punches rupture//