HOOK:yo if you wanna be B-I-G you die can like him
another 2 P-A-C you can die like him-
im a say alot of shit alot of you gonna hate-but i wont jump on the a dead mans dick to be one of the greats.

meta5
Say My Name 4 Times And You’ll Have The Dopest Line (Metaphor)
The Hopeless Find Only Defeat, Our Grim is Undefined
Devine Scriptures Paint Perfect Pictures of The Chosen One
Blessed When I Caved Ya Chest in, You’ll All Be Sonned
Your Time Has Come, You're Done, None Other Than Meta5
Most Strive To Defeat Me To Boast But I Roast Them Alive
Thrive Under Pressure While Most Hope That They're Dope
Nope! MC's Are Easily Contained Like Soap On A Rope
I Spoke Only The Words That Can Easily Serve You Herbs
With Minds Disturbed I've Learned To Be Superb With Verbs
You Nerds Don't Understand That It's My Fate To Be Hated
I've Made It Clear, Simply Because I'm an MC But Upgraded
You Fools Think Your Cool… Get Served With MC Tools (Mic)
I Grasp My Pen To Kill With Murder Ink… Fuck Ja Rule
Twice The Skill Level & Half As Nice, Respect I'm MC Squared
Get Stomped! Me and The Comp is Like a Lion & Cat Compared
If Not In AI Then it's Obvious Your Not On A Winner's Side
Fuck Ya Pride, You MC While Reading The Beginner's Guide!!!

HOOK:yo if you wanna be B-I-G you die can like him
another 2 P-A-C you can die like him-
im a say alot of shit alot of you gonna hate-but i wont jump on the a dead mans dick to be one of the greats.
wordperfect

battle me-for victory-
you’ll need a sayonce panel _to channel-a non commercial ghostwritter-
that can handle- the wrath of hell- cause in go~phell acapell-
im still spitting fire-
even after im dead- refuse to retire-pleadge alegiance-
sell my soul to the highest bidder- and swallow the earths equator a giver- to haters third degree lesions-
i live for this shit-got love for it- to rip with spit- and dismember-
every orfice till you forfeit- then tattoo my initial to make it official-
when you die im the last thing you’ll remember-
lyrically lasserate at phenominol traits- for every 365 i spit ...365 will hate but still pay annual rates-by sucken my dick- when i drop shit-in those ingrates-that want to get Sentenced behind my Bars helping thay come with inmates- that’s that metaphor fate-
and aint no one diseen or going hungry when i force feeden-they adams from the garden of eden- kill him with what im given-spit dimes in rhymes like i had a coin collection for a liven-
your song was a bad joint get it.... just a drag-nah forget it... im to complex 2 the wrong sex you just a fag-the probably pop backstreet boy as a gang tag-
im ill with metaphors-born to rap since my disflicted childbirth when i thought my ambilicol was a mic chord-
and i show love to those that are no longer close but wont use their name-to gane fame-or ahead-that’s disrespecting the dead-not you her or him-but if you wanna be like em- then you can die like them.