Round 2 High Heat/Tiebreaker.
Lyrics
i thought it was a little joke of mine...
but in english they told me that pro's(prose) aint supposed to rhyme..
u can step to mike....but you'll never pass,..
ya daughters the only sweet 16 you'll ever have....
u takin a loss....
u all on my dick and like niggaz not servin in tennis u waitin for balls...
u can't even flow witta p...
audio aint for you...care yo ass to the poetry league...
prolfici is livin a lie....
cuz i sware u don't spit ill just because u come from the chi!..
winnin the last round of this fight...
losin a game is the only time pro's look down on a mic...
u think youse a beast listen up when ya tutor speaks..
u rude to me?! i slap u back to laguna beach...
i knock this bitch down on a come up..
the only time u winnin(went in) heat...is when u stepped out in the summer...
u be sexin with ya lunch...
got intimate with the kool-aid thing so he think that he connected witta punch....
stick what ya dayjob is..
cuz the only time pro's battle tu is in the play-offs kid...