U spittin a catastrohpy, u'll never acquire tha mastery it takes........
U think winnin this battle wit blasphemy u makin'a mistake, this is 2003 but i'll still have burnt at'a stake//1

Ya throwin punches like u advertisin for "nike", u "just do it".........
"Bestowin no effort" and it's not surprisin-not even slightly, u can't "bust fluent"//2

Ya need'a treat ya "rap skill" like a dood u "chasin afta", u must "persue'it"........
U'll bleed at ya feet as i'm choosin to "hack ill", ya talent is grounded off tha street like tha 13 yr old chic caught usin "that pill"*//3 *(Birth Control)

U spit "transparent, scripted and played lines", u couldn't "express ya mind wit bold, creative rhymes"................
Ma "hands tearin", ur "depicted shirade signs", wouldn't be tha "best of ya kind" if u were "gold", cuz all u did wuz "plated mines"//5

I see u hated, and that's fine, eliminated fairly and now u wanna whyne........?
An estimated "Max Fine", wen i degrated u barely by a little piece of twine, hung by dental floss to what u spit out ya teeth couldn't intertwine//6