what is it with people copying jay's style/
thats more played out than references to white boys about 8 mile/
show me ya mothers face & i'm bound to be slapping it/
u needa back up before i leave your mouth with a gap in it/
bow down u is out clown/
i wouldn't be feeling Young on a mic if i was lil bow wow/
should pay the price but u can't afford it bitch/
like parents giving their son a bad name u should, call it quits/
i peel him back/
& when i'm doing time in jail is the only way a Cell got me feeling trapped/
lyrically u ain't bringing nothing to show/
& i can flip it around & be showing these people i'm beating u with my flow alone/
bound to lose/
got ya soul running away from ya body as i scare the life outta u/
ya mom's a slag she a slut to thrash/
u sound like a broken record thats why u ain't up to scratch/
abusing this loser/
i know u is choosing to win but beggers cannot be choosers/
u a silhouette of weed on a shelf/
use to be dope, now u a shadow of ya former self/
