You Chicken Out When Folks Offend You, My Flows Soak And Drench Dudes
You Should Recruit The Whole Site To Your Crew So They Can't Vote Against You
Rappad Blinds Cynics, All Your Battles Suck-Unless I'm In It
I Rap Further, The Only Thing This Kid Murders Is The Line Limit
I Leave This Herb Slayed Cause Rip Can't Use Wordplay, So I Throw Punches At Your heart Just To Stop Ya
I Use Bars Like The Cops Can't, And After This You'll Have "No Score" Like An Improvised Opera