Yo, I sit up nights, shit tight, makin' moves left and right/
Challenging foes to contests, spit concepts heavy and light/
Not understanding you stranger, you're in danger of verbal conquest/
You'll prolly 'member this joint and spit it back at someone's request/
Like incest, I'm all over the place, my style is laced with metaphors/
You could spit your shit twice, my shit's still better than yours/
You're star crossed, you see me in the Siccness and you become word lost/
This is maybe your third lost in a week, nigga, you off/
On another note, I stroke the keyboard in silenced madness/
Here's a quote, "Lee Zilla is just as ZionsAnger, bad at this"/
My binary code is similar to heaven's digits/
I fidget with truth in hopes to give all suckas rebukes/
Look, I could give Lee a loss with no fingers on my hands/
Mouth sewed shut with thread, eyes blinded with rubber bands/
Heart stopped with depressors, comatose, near death, preist giving last rites/
Death spoke to me last night, told me Lee was Vanilla Ice/
I'm thrice the emcee you ain't, I paint pictures alive with something/
For you to reply to my battle call was simply a dumb thing/
You like Judas, quick to sing my praises one day, then stab me in the back/
Or maybe you're again like Chrisdogg14, frustrated cuz your style is wack/
You're a mile back in vocab, eons away in punchlines/
You could penetrate my mental and wouldn't be able to verbally punch mind/
I'm 23 bars ahead of ya, nine lives alive, you're dead in one/
Your shit's a few years coming, my mortality's just begun/
Look to me, son, for all that you need to be like Prophet/
The cost of this battle is extensive, but no doubt I'll make a profit
Challenging foes to contests, spit concepts heavy and light/
Not understanding you stranger, you're in danger of verbal conquest/
You'll prolly 'member this joint and spit it back at someone's request/
Like incest, I'm all over the place, my style is laced with metaphors/
You could spit your shit twice, my shit's still better than yours/
You're star crossed, you see me in the Siccness and you become word lost/
This is maybe your third lost in a week, nigga, you off/
On another note, I stroke the keyboard in silenced madness/
Here's a quote, "Lee Zilla is just as ZionsAnger, bad at this"/
My binary code is similar to heaven's digits/
I fidget with truth in hopes to give all suckas rebukes/
Look, I could give Lee a loss with no fingers on my hands/
Mouth sewed shut with thread, eyes blinded with rubber bands/
Heart stopped with depressors, comatose, near death, preist giving last rites/
Death spoke to me last night, told me Lee was Vanilla Ice/
I'm thrice the emcee you ain't, I paint pictures alive with something/
For you to reply to my battle call was simply a dumb thing/
You like Judas, quick to sing my praises one day, then stab me in the back/
Or maybe you're again like Chrisdogg14, frustrated cuz your style is wack/
You're a mile back in vocab, eons away in punchlines/
You could penetrate my mental and wouldn't be able to verbally punch mind/
I'm 23 bars ahead of ya, nine lives alive, you're dead in one/
Your shit's a few years coming, my mortality's just begun/
Look to me, son, for all that you need to be like Prophet/
The cost of this battle is extensive, but no doubt I'll make a profit
