Dear RB//
Remember me, Enigmatic from D.C., I was just wonderin' the reason...//
That the boards are sleepin', people are peeping but beefin'//
I'm keepin up my part, even with cats that I had problems with from the start//
The boards are fallin' apart, no comments in Open Mic, 4 month old battles, still no winners//
M.c.'s flowin' for nothing, all these niggas are RB sinners//
Not to mention, The Front Lines and Bitch Slapped get no attention, cats is pulling no shows and nobody knows why//
Half these cats 'flow dry', I ain't sayin' i'm sick kid, but shit kid...//
It ain't about how ya flow, but who ya know and what you did//
Legends slid, no more strong new cats, plus whatever happened to crew raps?//
New jacks runnin' the battle ground, 'cuz some vets forgot why the signed on//
I signed on, to drop lines on a real site. It's like cats feel fright if you real tight//
Instead of learnin' to like you, they wanna be cyber thugs and fight you//
Mods, ban some of the faggots, what they are doing is tragic//
Float around causing stactic, trying ta act dramatic, sayin' they got an automatic//
But the real heads won't have it, I murder music, grab the mic and stab it//
Whatever happened to flowin' being fun, come on everyone the boards are slippin//
No doubt some cats type while gun gripping, rippin' up text while twisting they necks to look over they shoulder//
Most cats are older, I understand they don't got all the time in the world, just come peep when y'all got that blunt twirled//
Make the site jump off again, remember we are here to rap y'all//
It's sad y'all, 'cuz the Member Pics nowadays are more jump off the flowz//
Maybe shit'll change, but who really knows...//