Abak is back, but he comes with no reply for me
Rhymes corny, but still he tries to ignore me
You bore me, so please spit something at me
Tell me you rhyme tight, or maybe you pack heat
Fuck that, you packing lunch meat, put it right next to your thermos
Like a little kid giving silent treatment, cuz he knows he can't hurt this
Regardless, attempt it, even though you'll get shot down
I'll battle with no mic and remain to be profound

~Infinite aka The Real One~