...hold up, you aint a rap cat, your just a pussy with this rap shit, gettin' pushy, you sound like a rookie straight up, you'll get scarred for life the moment i spit on the mic with all my might, belittle mc's until they're hard to find im tryin' to be honest with you, your just too confident your rhymes prove the opposite, good reviews prove you eat alotta dick you belong with the novices your mouth is running like it operated with a motor but now the ball is in my court and i'm crossing you over pull up with the jumper and now the game is really over i'm steppin' it up, knockin' your head clean off of your shoulders my rhymes are doper, you could'nt touch me even if i wasnt sober im not losing, or even callin' it even like steven i'm a man, standing my ground even if i'm takin' a beating and im not leaving...until im not breating
"Life without knowledge is death in disguise" - Talib Kweli