young fay you would be tite if you concentrated and knew what you were talking about

boring!!!!!!!! only person gonna feel u iz einstein/ u cant even relate to the cats on da grind/im so cold I rap in sign...................... and do brail 4 da blind... u sound like an east coast metaphorist/im da type to chop down trees while u stay lost in the forest/ u better run like forest/my flows keep u lost like a tourist/your styles gay like a male florist/ Im da benz of the rap game.taurus/ i serve u rap cats like boris becker/ da kingpin with more crowns then a game of checkers/never to be dethrowned/ the sunset a million times and u still aint known/

your first flow was hott.. second one hummmmm NOT!! now its time to crush you u dispicable clown 2 minutes till termination!!!!! I'll be back 4 my thrown!!!!!!!!!!!

oooh no u wanna go there I'll take you there... u remind me of a broken scope on a rifle your aimless/ like baseball with no bat your gameless/ generic just like payless/ ooh your so smooth cooler than the a@# cheecks on a pinguin/ not..!! i was wonderin what u were thinkin but u dont be thinkin a lot i swear to god i seen u and your hole crew/ all kick in on 1 bottle of moe 1 bottle with 15 cups all less than 1 inch full then yall take turns runin thru the club with an empty bottle tyrin to front like u got dollaz tryin to holla at models but u gets no lov cuz u transparent like this zip lock holdin this dub that Im about to lip lock while i break it down 4 u scrub u see u aint no thug cuz u only do it half way and your clicks so weak u need to change your name to ash tray cuz u hang around mo squares than celluphane u aint no pimp u'z a lame tryin to cheat the game b4 u (even) meet the game all u doin is sprinklin salt on yo own name holla

dis cat dont really wanna battle/ i'll leave you shook up as if bam bam had a rattle/ your dirty like cattle/ I'll put your head on my mantle/and retire your jersey/ your styles old like james worthy/ theres no limit to my game like my names percy/ i keep mc's running like da kentucky derby/ the young bookie/ demolishin rookies/ watchin them crumble like hard cookies/while yo broad is giving me nookie/look at me! its like god on land/u a little nucca dont even get respect from da middle man/Im in da middle man/ of yo broads g spot/my bad u aint been there u aint even seen the twat/unless shes takin a squat/over your face/while u givin her face/ya no its me dat u taste..... leave it alone rookie I control the game da young bookie...

both of ya'll cats is lame I guess your brain's da blame 4 havin ways like a dame hopin green fingaz will put you unda his wing so you can soar like G'z im industry status yall catz is still mp3 u must feel its a 50/50 chance dat u will succeed Im here to sell more units than creed in control like janet while you retrieve runnin errons 4 a white dude name arron or to get over makin beats 4 garren i got the whole world starrin givin respect guareentee to be the last man standing when the sunsets.......... how u love dat