My name is J-Dilla, and i flow with the finesse
Your coughing up your lungs cause my lines hit "in u'r chest"
LS? whats that? the name of ur click.
With a swift kick, I connect, u need an eye patch like Slick Rick
Your paper thin, my pen can rip right through you...
Cause im thick, and the trick, is my style's like kung-fu
Its an art, takes patience and I dont let you get to me
I'll wait till I burn your flow like a third degree.
So when your there lookin' up all you are is debris,
Im the bank nigga and i got you imbitched in my trustee.
I can see how it started...you wanting to battle.
You started off debating should I do it or not??
But now that you started and your constimplating...
Inovating your flow as I was patiently abating...
I got tierd, i was ready, and ur on ur computer masterbating.
This rhyme took me soo fucking long cause I feel asleep waiting.
Waiting to finish this bottle so I can smack you with my empty Shmirnoff.
You say Im soft cause of Cali, but ill cut ur face off like 'Face Off'.