aight, no hate...

You been outlawed for sucking too many cocks/1
Think you a baller, only thing you can ball is your socks/2
My cinematics are sporatic attacking like an apache/3
While my bullets stick your gullet, wonder why i'm so catchy/4
Your elevation ride's rough, mine's been smooth sailing/5
You're non-apparent talent's debatable like the existence of aliens/6
My style's out of this world, foul like bestial,/7
I knock you out of this world like you was extra terrestrial/8
I release lines you despise, have you pullin out your hair/9
Your style's as buoyant as a life raft without any air/10
You ain't tough, you bluff armed with a police whistle/11
About as useful as a broom without any bristles/12
Your flow is stereotypical, heard it too many times/13
You'd be better off writing an apology with no rhymes/14
Placed the blame and named Nucca to remain maimed/15
Think i'm insane with crazy rhymes, and you've just been tamed/16