when they come with wack rhymes, these bitches bother me
the Talib Kwalie cd is the last time, i listened to Quality
we're missin' equality, cus im surely known better
probablly leave with more holes in you, than poorly sewn sweaters
me lose? never son, so here's the first hint
when i make your letters run and your fuckin' verse sprint
K's the worst kid, he's so weak, its tragic that i'm more great
but my shots'll hit you in the teeth, like graphic porn tapes
since you were born fake, your condition is in a critical form
he came out of the womb rappin'..his own neck with the umbilical cord
im sinical whore, but i'll be nice to this weak herb that burns
and cop a squat on you more than east asian furniture
he is slow and it shows, when i expose his sore cranium
and open his dome, like sunny days at sports stadiums