Verse used against Insane in a Stim battle.
Lyrics
Put us face to face, got no problem splittin' ya wig
Half assed flow disgrace the rappers in ya sig
You was scared to drop, You aint want it with Kam
Cause i run up in ya house, kill ya whole Fam
Trash ya weak flow, Like a Stim moderator
Drop props to most, but the other ones a hater
Called out by this pussy named Insane
This shits over, ATL Stomp on ya membrane
You tried hard, but couldn't maintain
You thinkin things change, but they stay the same
Like Dem Franchize Boyz, I'm On top of my game
You never reach my fame, cause ya flow is straight lame
I'm preachin' on the mic, makin' hip hop miracles
And you eat it all up like Sunday Spirituals
Text or audio, i got the Lyrical In-tent
You ain't a G, you R&B like 50 Cent
Saw yo ass, sportin that Baby Phat Hoody
Bet you copped Olivia's album too at Sam Goody
My mind's awake, my body's on empty
Hit a man while he down? Man dont tempt me
Don't give a fuck about these part time rappas
Insane is fake like them Hollywood actors
I'm off that cali bud, yeah its my best dank
So i kill pussy MC's that live in Westbank
So what the fuck u thank?
In the club take yo bitch and ya drank
Zero to 60, i do 100 when im blunted
Give it to Insane and any MC that want it
