Aight round 3 me verses Brook...uh oh look here we go again...
This bitch the type to write wack lyrics & claim he battlin...
Lets Begin...1st off battles consists of freestyles not writtins...
secondly, ya rhymes are supposed to be orignial...not bitten....
Do U Listen? Man do U even hear this shit that I'm spittin?...
Its called dopeness....stupid motha fucka Pay Attention!!
As I mention this deposition about u bein punchline inclined....
Brook so dumb he thinks 'punches' are drinks from a lunchline....
Put your skills to mine.... Like dull scissors u wouldn't cut it..
Especially kickin Lyrics like old people kickin buckets....
Fuck it....Brook look if battlin was a sport...nigga u'd be 'golf'...
Thought he was "The Shit" wit his spits......but left a 'Tee-off'..... (He shit)
Lets face it ya basic skills wont earn you deals or a win....
Brooklyn Lend me your ear....and let this Loss sink within...