sorry late comp froze..


If U think U fit to be King..Im Here to switch Administrations
Your work of Art....Yeah....Ya personilties an Illustration
U aint a Boss You a corpse with a Brain..Scorching in Flames
So Hot'll leave Soc in the Cold... Like Orphans in Maine...
In July we both came..... made Final Four.....we played the Game
But since u took yours from a book dat proves you'll never make a Name
If defeat breeds Elevation Soc'll learn some Rare Tricks.......
Cuz the longest streak you'll ever have is when U dye ya Hair Dick
"Great men do great things".......but this fag?.... I doubt it
Its not an Issue..take dis loss and write the next Mag About it
So Killa Kali were he from? SocRates below the Sea Floor
Ya can Shit on my writtens i typed THIS on a Keyboard..
Thoughout the tourney u've been favored now u worried and it bother u
But if they crown me King....at least u'll be a prince cuz I Fathered You..
I would bury him... but he spits enuff dirt to fill Any Casket....
So Ill change his face more times than Schema Switched the Semi Matches
Make mockeries of your philosophies so properly lay low
history repeats itself.... cuz Im sonning Socrates like Platos....


*socrates was platos (play-tos) protege..