Whose dis kid, mista Black Belt, pull out the gun and let the mack+melt,
Given poker chips and no opponents, still couldn't stack+wealth,
You belong on the back+shelf, you messin with elite, don't tempt+me+dude,
No one hears you "Ecko" in a hole 19 by seventy+two, *
I come at you holdin heat, scoldin wit beef,
Bury you under pavement so you can hold down the street,
Black belt just a number, theres plenty more addin+up,
Takin on OMS, this boy ain't man+enough,
You had it rough, from the openin bar,
Ain't you read my occupation? I'm tendin bars.

* Ecko clothing established in 1972=dimensions of a grave