i still aint seen a decent line for years
ever since i first registered
to tha science it done got real queer
where tha real mufuckas that can bomb and burn
all i can see for long time be them toys and nerds
couldnt make a head turn wit them horrible words
try and do some simple shit witcha brain of a birds
you aint really on tha level of toy i know why
cuz you all talk typin like its fantasy isle, guy
you midget when it come to a style you gots nada
putcha backpack inside of an incinerator, papa...
you a young buck actin like you know what tha deal iz
getcha regulated frontin you gon feel where tha ceilin is...
cuz you hopeless