Yo,itz time i start ambushin thiz muh-fucka..

Yo,Disorderly the phoney whose tryna clone thee,
poetical master,asassin slash rappin pasture,
couldnt ever master this technique,
if you had a book and guidelines,you just too weak,
im sleek with finess,yes i move smoothe like the crimin-al,
the damage you inflict is critic-al,
like Al,but not jazeera,
im afraid you fear tha,
Ak,constant spraying of shells,
it aint hard to tell,
when i excel you fail,
to meet that standards of my level,
a rap rebel,sitting on another level,
my colour is gun metal,
gun butt you,but steadily melt you,
and felt the edge of the blade,i sway,
cant compare to the status right here,
young fresh on the mic,
psycologicaly got you psyched,
me being on fire and being iced,
you getting diced,
by the lyrical machete,
so be ready,come equipped,
with a full clip,
or prepare for your burial,
6 feet deep under solid concrete,
positioned right beneath my feet,
this is key,
your final breath is the mission complete.