My bad, ol' me postin' too slow up in there.
You want ya raps picked apart, you ain't seen nuthin' yet/
I'll break you down, from the start, and I'll be lovin' it/
Subject to object, verb to noun, every syllable/
You want to object and you'll find I'm unkillable/
It's pitiful, you wanna bring the guns out in a freestyle/
It's lyrical shit here, I'm bustin' wordplay in tha meanwhile/
Your senile, drop some real shit or get played/
Fade, if you can, the talent I displayed cuttin' like a blade/
Right through your raps so easily you'd shudder/
It's like a fuckin' diamand cutter through butter/
What's that you mutter? You livin' life in the gutter?/
You're a fake gangsta wit' some fake chrome and a stutter.
It's late here, I'm out - to bed. If you spit again I'll respond in the mornin'.
Peace.
You want ya raps picked apart, you ain't seen nuthin' yet/
I'll break you down, from the start, and I'll be lovin' it/
Subject to object, verb to noun, every syllable/
You want to object and you'll find I'm unkillable/
It's pitiful, you wanna bring the guns out in a freestyle/
It's lyrical shit here, I'm bustin' wordplay in tha meanwhile/
Your senile, drop some real shit or get played/
Fade, if you can, the talent I displayed cuttin' like a blade/
Right through your raps so easily you'd shudder/
It's like a fuckin' diamand cutter through butter/
What's that you mutter? You livin' life in the gutter?/
You're a fake gangsta wit' some fake chrome and a stutter.
It's late here, I'm out - to bed. If you spit again I'll respond in the mornin'.
Peace.