you don't really wanna spar son//why not?
been nice since bar one...you've been wack...bar none//
find a style thats sick...(wait)...find a style that sticks//
a style that doesn't wrenches liek piles of shit//
you walk in my shoes?...you got some miles to get//
call me when life shits on you...write the trials of it//
(wait)...we've come full circle back to your style of shit//
try to mold ya bars...(better yet)..just fire your shit//
admire and sit...do you believe ya brought it raw//(really)
you couldn't hold a torch to me liek i'm waterfalls//
cuz when the water falls...his drive outta stall//
thats him withouta crawl...i sure as hell hope he gotta haul//(get a tow home)
i mean he brought a flaw...first to rule as judge//
morphs into sarah michelle gellar and holds a grudge//
me?...i'm known for molten puns...and schoolin bums//
you?...either wack...or conservitive how you pull a punch//
them poled your puns?...that thought is ludacris//
serious....disturbing the peace got you losin it//(your going crazy)
my thoughts are lucrative...lyrically pass up the fool//
go ahead...gas up it cool...go back up your rule//
half the MC of me...but ya tracks cuts are cool//
break him into fractions.....he'll never add up to whole//
so when the heat is on...don't act up a fool//
to me its a big enigma why kats backin this fool//
