Straight Keystyle....Right off top...Offense Intended...This ain't even the 1/2 though!!

Here we go Rap Battler's...Dez & Chrit done "Merked" my patience
Some I leave this Lyrical Homi open fah multicultural interpretation
Legible in all languages...Spoken by all tonguez...
Like livin' close to the equator...Watch these two hata's get Sonned!
I've birthed so many styles...Peep my verbal "Labor & Delivery"
Its no future in ya'll frontin...So, cousins...savor ya history!
My strength is in consistency...Like the late Ted Williams
When I die...They gon' "Freeze My Frame"...like 4x8's when they flick 'em
Stick one in ya photo album...Add it to a collage
As a reminda frum time to time...Of how I clap in a barrage
Bitch slapped u wit bars...That align planets & starz
Left rapperz bandaged & scarred...On this damaged planet of ourz
Spat in warz & the Mind & body...Enbodied the Spirit & Soul
Of this thing we call hip-hop...This thing mainstream stole
So as a whole...AKA...Also Known As..."Flame Spittas"
Is on a mission to rid the system...Consida it an eviction'a lame niggaz
& these same niggaz...that hopped on my board talkin "chrit"
Who's loose lipz is sinkin this ship...They the reason ya'll gettin hit!!
This'a verbal drive by & we flippin bitches til ya'll all get it
So when this whole site getz deaded...Just rememba that'chall did it
I put it right where u spit it...Squeez the trigga...then blaauuu!
Straddlin ya lifeless frame holl'n "How ya'll like me now??!!"

The Fuck???