I spit it raw, diddy and biggie was ice cold,
But they started to thaw, when biggie got his eyes closed,
Pac was great, but his manager was a fake,
So while he got iller, da man introduced him to his killer,
Still left with more fakes than legends,
I’ll raise da stakes, and erase these agents,
Contaminating the game, so Im gona have to mention some names,
To get my point across, right Ray? U’s a busta, oh wait,
U wish u was Busta, u’s not a hustler, wanna feed of peeps success,
But forgot to stress, the fact you aint ill enough to test,
Now yo little children wear vests, see to much hatin is bad,
When done in excess, right Ja? U got all types of beef,
Barking up the wrong tree, except Dmx made u meaow,
Then Eminem laid yo fleet out, now u waitin on G-unit to take yo teeth out??
See it aint about hating, I give props where props are due,
Like admitting Nas, Jay, Dre and Em are some of the illest, aint nothing new,
50, Luda, Nelly, and Chingy is coo, Meth, Red, Def, and Kweli aint got nothing to prove,
Sense got nothing Common in him, while LL, can still rock da bells,
Canibus use to spit it well, but then fell, for no good reason,
Oh wait, u did commit treason, though u was high volatile, like chino xl,
So u got dealt, oh well, my man Pharoahe always represent proper,
Jermaine getting platinum, when he should get copper,
About as wack as chopper, from da band,
Plus yo main man, aint a man yet, but acts like he a rap vet,
What you expect, to gain respect, by pushing acts with gimmicks up to they neck,
But lightning don’t strike twice, in da same place, jus ask Romeo,
Its best to save face, than falling like domino’s,
And everybody knows, Rakim blowing up flows,
while Derek Watkins, showin folks some moves,
Missy and Bubba aint got nothing to lose,
Tim bringing trouble, jus look at the way he abuse,
Those beats, making you bop heads and move yo feet,
Hip hop making all the right turns, we no longer outkasts,
And the ones we got, drop bombs in Baghdad,
Yeah feen don’t clap back, he bats kats,
Who don’t pass standards, when tryin to become Mc’s,
Best be gone, before you need more than 10 cc’s,
Better bring an army, when you come to diss me,
And it better not be cash money, hehe,
Its kinda funny, cuz pink bunnies, are likely to hit harder,
Than all yo buddies, plus u all out of shape, like you made out of puddy,
Sad cuz u aint nobody, u wanna ride ruff, but u no ruff rider,
Wanna act tough, but u know u no real fighter,
U like vanilla ice, living a surreal life,
Kats like mystical, tryin to shake they past,
Cuz Master P, was stickin it to they ass, uhhhh,
Dawg u’s a soldier, but you get run over,
Like stepping infront of two boulders ,
Wanna act like you know, but you aint got nothing between yo shoulders,
Jus ask Jessica Simpson, Miss tuna fish slash buffalo wing,
Im as crazy as Marilyn Manson, except I don’t swallow a thing,
I spit it right back, cuz Im hot, unlike da hot boys, who making nothing but noise,
aint been hot, since Juvi left,
What u aint heard, what u def??
I’ll cuss you out, like Shaq does refs,
You tryin to walk the walk, when u aint done takin baby steps,
U about as wack, as da place where Mcgrady plays,
Believe me, I’ll stop yo comeback, jus like the NBA did Rodman,
Cuz I get sick and twisted, jus like da idea of Carmen marrying Dave,
Hit you so fast u think I was twista, featuring kan-ye,
So Hip Hop Hurray, I neva became, I was naughty by nature,
Full of jelousy and hatred, that’s right I said it,
I hate all these wack kats that made it, cuz they knowin my skill can be faded,
Leave like Jonhny Deep, in sleepy Hollow, bet u now, u wanna see tomorrow…..

To be continued…….

jus a lil something!!!!!!!1 ha ha