stundent of the game well dont quit school/
cuz rhymes u bust out seem so plaine and worn out/
and dont fuck with my name sayin j so gay rhymes with any ending words that sounds like a/
you lightweight, im one too like roy jones knocking niggas out when i step in the bout/
contenders....mo' like hicks with no class aint no one gonna seem to remember/
and yo cobra, cuz u just a mustang highest thing u is seems to be a gt/
im a porche...gonna poor all my energy with all of my force/
with any remorse if this my last flow im'a show all the world/
that it aint bout hackin ya down cutin ya leaves grabin ya branch and makin ya scream/
im about showin my skills sendin trills to niggas who feel/
waitin fo the next nigga to reply ta my shit/
cut my ass down and ima be next..../