Originally Posted by Vango

I'm spitting flames on dames, while your dancing with Tha Q
Funny how your claiming Terror Squad, when they aint heard of you
You fed off my verse last battle, so here's some encouragement
I won't be feeding off yours kid, cuz it provides no nourishment
Your a sacrificial offering, see I've figured out Triple N
You got No talent, No deal, and No chance to ever win
Your in denial kid, Triple your vocals ruin perfectly good tracks
I put you in the corner at Kinkos, just so you could face the fax (facts)
You got the wrong DNA to be a rapper, its just not in your genes
You can tell alot by where people live, didn't you say you were from Queens
That terror squad shit was funny, but time to wake up and realize
Your only chance of beating me in a battle, is if you plagiarize

Originally Posted by Triple_N

Ya punches could be "Alexander Graham Bell" an not fathem connection
You'd have an alergic seizure if talent was administered in injections
Ya punches complexity's like asians standin' under da bombs of hiroshima
Opposin' me wit those^^^^is dumber than registerin' a stolen beemer
Your verses A.D. concepts are so old I mistook them for hyroglyphics
Pharoah endured furious plagues...ya verses was killed by rabid crickets
He lacks crudentials but like "puerto rico" wants to be on the map
Frustrated by inabilities..like "handless giftship workers" he can't wrap(rap)
Like a "deaf computer geek's cell phone" your a waste of valuable time
Nonexistent on RV...he wouldn't "matter" if he spit atoms in his rhymes
Give him a straitness test...like a "blind man" takin' a eye exam he'd fail
He's in denial, cuz like loyal fans of Dr.seuss books..he pays for "fairy-tail"