My lyrical text'll "Mak-U" feel like you in "JaiiLiin" shit/
I'm nailin' to this board while you training to fail and quit/
you frail and sick; i'm surprised you still alive with all those "flatlines"/ Even when unresuscitated ya heart beats more than all ya wack rhymes/ my diction'll have you wishing and itching for intermission/ or intervention preventing the drama that I be spittin'/ you couldn't drop a hot verse if a burst o'flames went thru ya pre-writes/ and ya homies helped you out to meet ya posting time of three nights/ so how's it feel to be a loser? I'll let the judges tell the tale/ cuz they ain't feeling you like blind kids with no hands attempting braille

one... good luck homie! It's kinda short but how personal can ya get with someone you don't know nothing about without being fake?