kid from connecticut/ here to rip mics/ and never hesitant/ to expel wack emcees/ with lackluster deliveries/ you seein me? / i'm like bifocals/ delivering my views to foreigners and locals/ i don't need complex lyrics/ to make your head nod/ i flip it to rip big heads like todd/ i'm not odd/ more of a typical kid/ no need for sidearm curveballs like el duque or el sid/ i'm always safe / that's why I slid/ i don't like anyone copying me/ so now I hide my skills in my pentium 3/ internet emceees/ your extremely funny/ sitting behind your terminals/ claiming you've spit/ in reality/ you regurgetate like gerbils / listen to me/ the kid who packs more abilities/ then rated rookies/ lyrical bookie/ soon to have underground venues book me/ untill then/ it's just my 1200's, pad and pen/ composition every now and then/ freestyles very often/ keeping you open/ you've heard me/ i've introduced myself/ now its time for you to represent yourself...
represent myself?/i got heads want'n to copy my style and my wealth/thats knowledge to yourself/im from the east/sounds like your from the least most wanted/ the west/ where i can pass any of your kindergarden sounden test/ come to me with a question/ nah, all youll get is a college bound lesson/yous best put on 2 rubbers/ cause your gonna need more protection/looks like im your ressurection/yous best rethink your rhymes/cause this is too smart for your session/you try'n to freestyle with your weakstyle/ only style i heard is how you lyrically suck dick/yous best get on your bony knees and take a 9 inch lick/my rhymes are sick/i kill your type off like plax on plaque/like hitler on jews/your fake along with your wanna be an mc crew/you and your crew snatch trends faster than a 2 yr old catch'n up with the flu/ i see in, out and pass you/my lyrics are too fast for you/they embarass you so bad they make your face turn blue/i shit on your style like a toilet but wetter/throughout the begginning and in the end mine is better/i cut your lyrics up and spit them out like a molded piece of chedder/my stle stays bold/yours already got old/it smells like that tuna cassarole i done shitted outa my asshole/my lyrics when i speak/make you think about quitten/in the end your just another weakened geek/my words smack you/maken you have red cheeks/when you talk it sounds like a broken piece of chalk/your gonna try to copy my style like a horny homeless man try'n to stalk/all the time/your gonna bite my rhymes/but you always take up too much time/your grime'n/you cant talk the talk/this time its your fault/and lyrically its mine you gaulk/your lyrics are delerious/stumble'n,mumblen/i snatch those outa your mouth and crumble em'/motherfucka get serious/you cant never will compete with this/i gotta pass this cypher/ cause im maken your mom and even the dead get hyper!
ps fun n games till you find the real to blame?!