when u come to face me u practicen by yellin at ya self, its a catastrophy/
u talk and argue wit ya self so much its like u got a split personality/

i drop knowledge on u suka like i get brainz on a daily basis/
u try n copy ma shyt but even if u put paper over it u still couldnt trace it/

when i rhyme u stop look and listen as if god speaks/
but b4 u dropped a word u knew ud be in the ground so u took a head start n bit the street/

my rhymes are like if u were trapped in ya words, leavin u stuck behind bars/
so i leave u lost and confused like straight men in gay bars/

this is commin to a end so ill leave yall wit a punch thaTs hardcore/
im sad to kill this boy so ill CRY ON THE GROUND to leave EMOTION on the FLOOR/