You got no hope, can't cope with what I got, Choke...
You choke, we joke, you cry, I provoke...
Get smoked like weed, I'll teach you a lesson...
Even if you bit my bars, I'd still keep you guessin...
Your weak ass punches show your weak ass mind...
No sense of structure, your bars seem blind...
Punch in the dark all you want, all you'll get is air...
When the mic hits your lips, yeh, you'll get air...
My verses like swish, and you bars are all breeze...
So if you ever step, boy, try not to freeze...