Diss back to myself... ha...

Back to the drawin board and uppercuts liftin yours
Take on e to the chest like crips on the vice lords
My rhymes bring you to a stand still shock
Bringin you pain is certain like life on crack pot
Godly wit the platinum flows and my chains is gold
Ya minds blown and ya cross hairs aim is gowne (gone)
Speed past brothas without the best tires or porelli rubbers
Not scared of the hot clug chuckas or no other
Most times I'm writin but a god when talkin
I fly wit the houston rockets towns see me often
But when I blow up Im takin people wit me
I'm seeking prospects to rap wit / and make histry (history)
Call soar kaid out and get stepped on like corpses
I'll skate on ya limbs like Jett and cam cord it
I'm takin lessons from myself so I can stay real
Kinda like hittin metal ya skills improve for the deal