i spark on you effortless, end ya' poluting/
u spit cartoon references but then u shooting/
c'mon dog, who u fooling, we know u aint hard/
u tha' same cat who'd bluff in jail, but aint on the yard/
i'm behind bars, a steady 16 for previews/
i got dudes in baltimore ready to come see u/
u sound foolish, even when ya' crew hype u up/
drop fluid on ya' dry lryics, then i light u up/
i come to yo' hood - yeah where u settle at/
and be tha' best thang in Maryland since 'Melo left/
a buck eighty, but heavy, u barely feather-weight/
"skills to pay the bills?", sound like somen' from '88/
in case u aint know, u need to update ya' flow/
thow' a blanket on ya' sound check and suffocate ya' show/
Lif' handcuff ya' rhyme, gotta cut down on crime/
to "spit on yo level", i jump down about 9/


"...and a fool's voice is know by a multitude of words" - Ecclesiastes 5:3