.:Steps to the mic:. ..."Ya shouldn't of tryta compete wit me dawg...dis shits ova!" .:Rips his T of showin a beater with Philly airbrushed at da heart:.

Is dis da trend? Cuz last time I checked ya wasnt tryna touch ya toes while bendin// (backshot)
Dis bitch reppin a new begginin but like horror re-runs, it's da same old endin// (ya lose)
I'm givin ya heaven through hell... enlightenin ya every werd just fo ya ta be "saved by da bell"//
Dis fuckin battles like a drug-sell... cuz im keepin da dope and handin ya da L// get it?
I impell, ta relapse da impact, Rocketin ya off like da Franchise//(hes frum Houston...Steve Francis)
He's killin himself tryna defeat me... like dem 'jacked'-up Taliban guys//
A vandal in disguise (da skies), ya ink aint dope, maybe ya writin wit da wrong pencils// (9/11... da skies... airplanes)
Ya mental, pre-written shit like an artist cumin strapped wit a stencil//
In da mens locka-room'z da only time he likes da beef//
He likes ta queef... told him ima soldier but he likes 'da cheif'//

.:Starts walking away and throws da mic over his shoulder:.

...aND DATZ Da BaLL GaME...