tied of thug raps, rookies get drug back/
this aint even a battle, ya'll thowin' love taps/
in this post, i really aint read nuthin' great/
i only dislike these playaz, cause it aint nuthin' to hate/
done eatin' emcees - forget it, i'm all full/
cause yall do tha' same thang' like the 2nd Bald Bull/
watch this punchout, feel tha' mic in ya right rib/
bars? drop 30 a night, somen' like Mike did/
bang like percussions, and my flow's right kid/
fakes i crush'em, no matter what tha' prototype is/
so get ya' Nike airs, ya' corn rows and gold chains/
i 12 guage rap and leave holes in the game/
impose on u lames, leave ya' souls in tha' rain/
and if u pay up, i'll even turn ya' flows into flames/
keystyle master, and you know i'm 'posed to reign/
i'm un-plastered, cause it aint no molding tha' same/

"it is what it is" -- the Pope on viewing "Passion of the Christ"