Your not ILL, you just have Retard-Skillz resulted from a Birth-Defect
Like college kids with Hard-Pills, I’ll have U Overdosed From this Verse-Effect
You don't even belong holding a mic, like ya hands are Porcelain
I got heads followin my flows, I guess all ya fans are Horsemen
Its Like I threw My watch in the Garbage, this is a waste of Time
Eye Que's lyrics could Take a Detour and still not be Out of Line
This kids Dead, You could call him Skin Tissue Over a Sun Tan
Set out to Win so Ill rip His Callenger and Ruin his Next Plan
Ur unable to Fuck wit this, like Robin Hood Princess Vagina Locks
The only time Q Got Hands up is when his Watch Struck 12oclock