im ready to expose this cat to y'all... like he a wack 'presentation'/
this dude be hungry for a battle win but gettin beat by starvation/

i treat ya style like the "lottery" your chances of winnin is 'naught'/
you winnin is "minority". like commiting murder not gettin 'caught'/

your gettin left behind, like you got thalidomide, legs tryin 2 sprint/
and if you ever make it to the pinnacle....... its gon be a short
stint/

you coudnt get your 'message' across, if you was ghost write by royce*/
no internal disse, punches were misses, my style creep up silently like i hav no voice//

i hit you with a blind spit, no feedin, cos its only fair


*"royce da 5'9" (allegedly) ghost-wrote the song "the message" for "dr dre"