When fists-are-raised..I'll make Taktik scramble-quick..-//1
My scripts-are-praised..as i dismantle-pricks..-//2

You cant handle-this..Son my rambles-sick..-//3
Bringin violence to a calm scene..like a rambo-flick..-//4

You only sample-hits..Best have the mods-approach..-//5
Im sendin ample-clips..Cause ya squads-a-joke..-//6

I'm landin-fists!..As i drill-ya-men..-//7
Dont kid yaself..You dont have the skill-to-win..-//8

Lemme fill-you-in..This kids praised-on-the-mic??..-//9
Ya fams Like Wild Dogs..You were raised-to-bite..-//10

I'll leave you dazed-in-spite..As you claim-your-right..-//11
Your spits arent impressive..TakTik.?.?.?..your name isnt even tight-//12(Lol)

I'll inflame-the-light..You chose a defensless-timing..-//13
As i fade-ya-hype..With your sensless-rhyming..-//14

Punch-wit-Plasters, ur Hits still aint 'Stickin'-//15
U only 'Thank God its Friday' coz u Spit on da 'Weak-End'-//16

Ill raid-ya-lines..Now you stand-to-forfiet..-//17
Then I'll take-ya-mind..As i damage-corpses..-//18

ouch....