Originally Posted by
Greg
Now if i run in at the top of my game
you could keep spitting your flem, id start spitting my flame
i started off easy, so got yourself to blame
if i went hard id put you lyrics to shame
remember little girl i run the streets that you walk on
talk on, about to get lined out in chalk on
im like a phoenix, i rise from the ashes
ill-equipped going to war but i win all my clashes
and yes i might been barking up a few trees
but few years time ill turn, ltd
so if you could stop with the, third degree
and in return i hear by decree
out of all the homless you'll get my debris
Tryin to Battle me, Your "Two times better" " aint even half of me
Bitch i’ll lift you off ya feet, the only law you breaking is gravity
Try to beat Eve? Get cut an stabbed, I’m a Beast with a gutter stare
Get touched an tagged, Like the skeet in your mother's hair
Dude’s "naked", full of hype, i’ll plunge a blade into his abdomen
Fill his open wounds with "rhyming books" and bags of heroin
Stitch him up for "nine months", then reopen the old tear again…
Cause he can’t “deliver’ any ‘dope rhymes’” -- unless he does it by cesarean.