you a disgrace to new york city, biggie and the east coast/
a bastard wack at battle rap, so stick to the peace posts/
dealing kilos of speed, dope and ceelo at street roasts/
while i make diceased foes, the g's hoes, so watch your amigos/
cause i talk vicious and put opponents in a sarcophagus/
say you auspicious but bonus the one leaving marked prosperous/
when i sock bitches in comas, now their hearts off the list/
dead hostages, or homeless, from my harsh hostile hits/
so if you wanna rap, go ahead, just don't try 'n' diss dudes/
or you'll show up dead, with pistols giving magazine issues/