i rip rhymes serious, flows delerious, got rappers fear-n-us, its mysterious
how this light-weight comes through and lifts the bricks (heavy weights)
while you use the gun clips, i kill with wordplays-n-tricks
when i challenge its "batter up" like i was the 'tics
spottin my jersey everywhere like hardwood classics
im that well known, i'll make hits, i'll new york yank-ya
come around and step all over your home base just to thank ya
but i can bet, the game aint over yet
if you get out cho seat it better be for the 7th inning stretch
but i aint gotta strain myself, dont need no help
rhymes so hot, its makes the sun melt
make sure my rath's felt - its a risky business
but ill be sikk like an illness, with god as my witness
when i kill, its with my words, but not in self defence
cuz im always the agressor, rhymes stay immense
when all the rest are just pee wee, minus the hermon
battle me and your name will be in your churches next sermon
"why does that good ol veteran rapper have to be dead?"
cuz it was easy for easy to put a word bullet in his head

uppin