Bitch talkin’ shit, like I won’t put the nail in the coffin//
Nigga not knowin’ I do it quiet often, so when sick pigeons comes squackin’…//
I respond with shots to ensure that pigeons not walkin’//
Dis the crew, but why the fuck was this bird even talking?//
Enigmatic try to stay ‘laxed with no beef in a while//
But you really are just a shadow, the way you casted over my style//
But you used it wrong, you still on that text book shit//
While I developed a new style, flipped it and reversed it bitch//
Kid is comin’ out of no where tryin’ ta make a name for himself//
Not knowin’ he’s fuckin’ with poison, it’s like killin’ ya self//
Must be the same age as Bow-Wow, but thinks he’s grown cause he got a web cam//
Nigga followed my style like I adopted him from the big brother program//
Bitch talkin’ about he’s been scopin’ me, what the fuck you a textcee talent scout?//
Ya style is like the bald eagle, pretty soon it'll die out//
So why don’t you learn from me, or you can get burned from me//
Nigga don’t wanna be gangsta, he wanna be the smart m.c.//
The Steve Urkel of flows, but wants to be like the real me//
Like impatient lyrical masturbation, you soft when you cummin’ at G//