masta c is on fire, ya dun't need anotha MC to hire/
cuz this kid culd take out half a crew in less time-provided/
he doesnt bite rhymes, comes mad fuckin-original/
with visions so corruupted he can still see a dozen-individuals/
forreal though' kids off the meter, and never has to worry bout bein called little-tweeter/
or little pussy-eater, cuz this kid's a masta of game/
faster to flame, then a pyromanic mixin laughter with pain/