As i exhale this breath im bringing your death/ I can tell your jeolous of me cuz your turning green like Seth/ Addicted to my lines like I laced them with meth/ You got nothing left, your through, done, spent/ People already given up on you like it was already time for lent/ Knowin your rhymes couldnt be more childish even if they were wrote by an infant/ While mine are staying super and flying high, like my other alias was Clark Kent/ What i meant...was that your outcome is looking grim/ So say a hallelujah and sing a hymn...cuz i got this cat running like 6th period gym/ In this pool of Hip-Hop, I drown these fools after teachin them to swim/ With this lyrical sword i begin to trim/ Starting with the small extremities, then take out a large limb/ Maim this kid so badly that hes willing to page Dr. Kevorkian/ Got you workin and followin me like we were playing Simon Sez/ Poppin your head like a dispensor of pez/ Have your blood spillin so much people will confuse you with Exxon Valdez/ You couldnt hold me down if i was tied, gagged and bound/ So whats the point of a vote, PG just put me in the third round/
If life is prison, Music is the yard time - Blackalicious
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing -NaS