Freestyle Boards president, back to drop bombs on zin-laden/ I post 9-11 & have all ya'll singin' "have you forgotten"/ Zin is such a 'wannabe' me that it makes me earl/ "zugga zugga"? what are you the missing 6th Spice Girl?/ But if you let him tell it, this nukka Zin is a MONSTA/ who done lik mo shots than every level of Contra/ but really your a joke it seems, sweeter than tangerines/ so Imma shorten ya life span kinda like a midget's genes/ This wanabe net thug who calls himself zin/ but his only shots of lead, are when I pencil him in / How dare you dream to blaspheme againts the name of KnowOne/ almost made me hate your guts... till I remembered you have none/ come on dog you aint tough, ya just another attention whore/ who only comes accross as streetwise cuz ya verses are so POOR/ Where as you KNOW my foul rep, I impale noobs and disembowel vets/ thrown the towel yet? my punches swivel ya dome like owls necks/ how many times I done rocked this Zinfant to sleep with my fist?/ Dissapointed like Swan in the Warriors "I came back for this?"/ On the real, by now I’m sick of consistently bustin’ this queer up/ Sure crushin Zin can be fun....but it’s nothin to make a career of…