Now lets talk bout n***as who seem hypocritical.
Two word rhyme scheme is their definition of lyrical.
I never talked behind ya back, I told you up front.
That you a fucking punk, and that you won't jump./
I gave my location, yet you have ceased to come.
You only got jokes, and you seem to run.
Talk bout lowering scores, n***a who is you kidding?
Saying you freestyle, knowing damn well that you spitting written./
Talkin bout Phade was pressured by his peers to diss you.
N***a wanted in on the action, wanted to pistol whip you.
Saying that I was talkin shit about Limited, this shit is fiction.
I haven't spoke to him in weeks, and we just cleared this shit./
At the time of you acting like me, I wasn't even home.
I was making moves, writting verses on the road.
You talking bout Ses stealing, yet you still biting me.
Internet tough guy? You still dun wanna fight with me./
I could care less if you and Dope is beefing, cuz that only proves
That ya n***a talked behind ya back, that shows what you gonna do.
NOTHING! And this n***a still fronting
He wanna say that he 50, so lemme say something./
50 was exposed as a snitch, and so was you.
Check ya BBS, and even a mod posted in ya news.
BN couldn't rap if his life was on the line.
Samething goes for you, but that goes for the rhymes./
You got so much to say on a track, never to my face.
Scared to show your bitch around my way.
Saying that Ses shakes his ass to techno, how would you know?
Singing about dicks and shit with a Pop flow./
And how you go on sides with people like Yoink?
And what you seem to forget is that there's 2 sides to a coin.
A double edged blade if you will, I made it verbal steel.
I'll use your own words against you, and this is foreal./
Lets talk about Wyte Noise, now you back to riding.
Lets talk about all them death threats that you kept private.
Lets talk about how you came to me saying that you a fan.
Lets talk about how you was telling Ses he's the fucking man./
Lets talk about how you wanted Jincallo in A-Gang.
Lets talk about how you never went and gang banged.
Lets talk about how you'd rather diss me then leave a review.
Lets talk about you scoring all them 1s and 2s./
Lets talk about you deleting songs and reposting them.
Then putting a 5 up just so then people could notice them.
Lets talk about how you think that I'm the slow one.
Yet you lack grammar. How you step to Tha Shogun?/
Lets talk about how all of RMP was ya favorite artists.
You dick riding Butcher, you don't wanna start shit.
You say fuck RMP, like the n***a ain't with us.
Lets talk about how you get people on ya side by making pictures./
Lets also talk about ya obsession with drawing dicks.
You a professional with that, damn you a gay bitch.
Acting like your flash video is taking you places.
Ya last one flopped, and I'm sure that taken you ages./
So now lets talk about how you impersonate me.
Just to diss my n***as, but all of them know that you ain't me.
Got up on my beat talking about how much you hate me.
'How much you hate me so much,' was you dropped as a baby?/
You the one trynna come to me, actin like you a boss.
But you inside all day, cuz we all know you got no balls.
You wanna act like you perfect, like you got no flaws.
How much recycled rhymes you got, wait, those ain't even yours./
You bit off me, Jay-Z, MC-Q, and Mercury.
Nitemare, me again, and wait, another me.
You used two of my beats, said 3 of my lines, stole 2 of my pics.
How you got beef with real n***as, and you don't got beef with a Crip./
And I'm pretty sure the only way G-Styles is a crab cuz is whackness.
His beats are all crippled, so you know that we got the advantage.
I would actually record this, and make you vanish.
But you're already nowhere to be found, hiding from the planet./
Lejin needs redemption cuz he can't type out a perfect sentence. He acts like me to my friends and tries to befriend them. He wishes he was me, cuz he already doing everything like just like the way I'm doing. He doesn't see that his attempts are useless. He'll probably take a couple lines from the verse above, but I really don't give a fuck. He wants to act like a 8 year old bitch who doesn't know any better. Yet he doesn't know I'm not home, I'm out making cheddar. And I'll be real with you, I'm workin 2 jobs. Primerica with insurance, and stocking boxes in a pet shop. So most of my day is taken up, because I got a future unlike this dumb ass n***a. Everything you say towards us goes for you only, cuz you's a bumb ass n***as. I gave you the corner I live on, yet I still seen nothing. You ain't gonna come down, so just stop fronting.
