I don't know whether to smack Black...Or hit'em wit my fist
Either way when I do, I'm knocken teeth out to where he rap wit a lisp
I'm crisp while he's crunchy...I shine 'Nice' while his shit stay dusty
It's rusty... if you don't believe, I'll still make you trust me
My skills must be greater than yours
Do this bitch quick, like doin a daily chore
You come up short when I'm comen wit more
Stomp 'Black Fire' out right into the floor
Make his body sore...better yet kill'em quick
Cause herbs don't deserve to live talken that stupid shit!

~.Nise.~