Directed at Dialect:

The way i spark my rymez, You'd think i was an electritian//
Speakin in differnet dialect, Wont change the way my key strikez the ignition//
Technition, This bitch for real, coming with a new mission//
To ryhme this tyte i must ask your God for permission//
Dialect your the oposition, and i got a proposition//
My lyrics Burn, But accept the #1 point, blank, New Edition//
Dangerious to the fullest, when u still Drive by and Hit-em//
Im a Face ta Face chalanger, cuz thats the way its my ass you are kissin//
Im STILL strait up dissin, Thats it, You killed urself from your own lyrical-Malnutrition//
BLAM! :P