Skill boy your whole 'gangster image' is fiction/
and Skill, nah ur names a contradiction/
watch, i beat u senseless with great affliction/
and i wear u down like the liver of a man with alcohol addiction/
u never make cash off ur rhymes cos they do nothing but bore/
i rule wack emcees like u, like im ur pimp and ur my whore/
actin black spittin fiction challenging me to a rap fight/
wheras ur dim im bright i burn bright like Carbon white/
u into rap because of Eminem think u a deep fan cos u listen to Nas/
u listen rap cos its popular, u sheep if it was popular ud switch to modern jazz/
listenin to Ems words like they the bible, u the real life stan/
wannabe black, u aint nothin more than a white kid with a sun tan/

Short and quick like u wanted, u hard to battle cos u only posted 4 times,