i'll let the flames go, leave u lit-and-locked-in// ya flows jus rhyme wit no meanin so quit-like-"Stockton"// get hit-by-glocks-n'..techs-galore// in a battle wit Curt u lose like the Jazz in the playoffs, homie check-the-score// when meezatine gets a contract is when i respect-this-whore..stop spittin nursery-lines// i pull my heat and u disperse-evry-time..coward, quit bumpin-ya-gums// talkin bout we fake, i believe u real when sumthin-is-done..say real gangstas dont post-on-the-net// if u so real than how come u known-on-the-net// blow-on-the-tech..u love-the-cock// i pack "heavy metal" and it loves-to-"rock"..i hit ur verse wit T-N-T// this radio rappin faggot get denied by C-M-C..so now he tryin to felx-on-us// talkin bout great-spits and eight-clips then wheres ya techs-gone-cuzz// if ya so tight then how come no one bets-on-ya..when ya battlin "weak-emcees"// talk bout blastin gats when ya clips be-empty..u faker-than-pyrite// i waste-ya-when-i-write// takin-ya-"9-lives"..fuck this"cat", he cant hang-wit-me// i'll "bag" and "push" ya like im "slangin-D"// u cant bang-fa-free..gotta get ya stripes-first// im spittin weaker than usual cuz no one like-urs..dint wanna bust-some-sicc-shit// why did i waste my time, enough-of-this-bitch..