proliphik up there talkin real greasy
like a nikka from white plains can't put him in a coffin real easy
I too am new to the website
but my lyrical sting'll leave u bruised like insect bites
so, my friend, on u I must shed light
i bring it to you, let something lay on ya chest like neckties
I can't even try to befriend u, u wack
ya rhymes need structure, bout to go to the studio, & send u some tracks
yeah, HOLLIDAY spits--- u don't want me to rhyme wit u
so u can get "ate" like ten minus two
but g'head, I want you to mention my name
I'm the truck u just a bike---we collide I'ma bend up ya frame
Nikka please just go back from whence ya came
Thought cha was hot, till the H came and drenched the flame....

Don't MAKE me go hard. That's all I'ma say.