Weren't ya goin' to ask how i'm doin? Prepare for the worst
But I'm doin' alright...in my prediction, that u'll NEVER drop a good verse
I checked the sig of this lame, n' I'm no fan of this gay
cuz if ur The Scholar, why didn't u study that TrusHurtz lines are played
Ya wasted ur time n' I'm wonderin' what the hell is this
U couldn't Secure a win if u were a computer network specialist
^^^ I used a geek line cuz I gotta hunch ur a disgrace
I'm no techie, but watch my palm pilot a punch to ya face

I'm on top of this rapgame while you're still stuck at the bottom.
and yeah, TrusHurtz lines are played...
but I wanted you and my lines to have somethin in common!
But actually, it isn't ALL trash when you come forth and spit
in fact, you don't drop half-assed... it's more like 3/4 of it!
Why do you still drop verses? Quit, there's no good reason.
you spit whack in my dreams...
and then I woke up and realized I wasn't dreaming!
You really do... don't even need explosives for bombin ya stuff
you couldn't 'spit up dope' even if you were 'vomiting drugs'

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The Scholar

Faggot wants to win, but this just isn't ur day
You don't just run ur mouth...
... u run ADMITTIN' that all ur shits played
U ain't respected highly n' ur as wack as can be
U couldn't Engineer a win even if u went to MIT
Ur business for wackness is failin', yea, ur crap dude
U'd Venture anger, but you'd fuckin' fail at that too
Now I get food to go when I'm hungry, yea it is true
But then again ^^^^ is just what bitches want you to do!
Here's a cliche that will say that this lame isn't fun
Wanna see a fool his and money parted?...
... just rob Faime with a gun

aight look

yall bitches like talking/
well yall must not like walking/
cuz speakin my name is the shit that gets my gun sparkn/
cannabarz is still talking like he famous/
thinking he a great mc but really hes just nameless/
a brainless bitch/
he talks big till he hears that fucking stainless click/
im deranged and sick/
not giving a fuck about what you say or think/
cuz i buy pens for 50 cent and i murda the inc/
yall muthafuckers dont want no dramma wit crime/
wait till yall stand in line then let loose wit the 9/
then i got this nigga cocaine running his mouth/
ill find out where ya momma live then ill run in her house/
& im not into board games like checkahs/
but if you start disrespectin best believe i will check ya/
you call yourself cocaine/
that pure whyte snowmayne/
well some call me baking soda &im waiting to cut ya /
or better yet i could cook ya and sell ya to a feind/
making money off ya ass the ghetto american dream/
and tef where you been i thought you was dead mayne/
or maybe you was in the back blowing cocaine/
you really need to know this homie you aint shit/
they call you teflon/ i should change my name to hollowtips/
cuz once i let loose i can see right through ya/
and who ya thought ya was/
thinking you could get one up on crime/
while you barely stayn alive/
i know its hard but if blowing lines of coke dont work/
then stand on the corner wit cann and both get jerked/
and wipe that smirk off ya face or you gone get hurt/
or worse all three a yall bitches is gonna get mercd/
cuz if i cant make money on yo ass wearing a skirt/
then theres no point of living for yall /so taste the dirt

i told yall bitch made niggas stop speaking my muthafuckin name around here
but again noone listens just a bunch of ignorant muthafuckers you cant fuck wit me!!! you aint even on the same level as me niggaz i do this shit all day in the streets i just come on here to unwind and have a laugh at yall internet gangbangin ass niggaz i mean shit yall didnt really think you could beat me did you......... well i guess thats just another broken heart for yall bitches
yah im talking bout cannabarz cocaine and tef what say something i dont like
anytime yall want the battle set it up i aint worried about losing to yall punk muthafuckers and if you dont want it THEN STOP SPEAKING MY NAME BITCHES!!!!! :