This is the point where i say it's enough, you're a phoney, a bluff.
I can see through your act thats all though, since your play is still a bit rough.
It's your explicit interest you came to test that recoiled back into your comatic rest.
It's the shit you spit that shows you're weak, improving the illmatic wit i speak.
Saw you walking down the street, your rhymes imply you're elite, but the reality showed you ain't nothing but a bitch.
Now you came to test the game, trying to make yourself a name, can't you see its your family name you ashame?
This is not the place for you to shine, you're just turning your dollar into a dime.
You came at me with your rhyme, acting all high but we know you're lying.
you acted like you were down with the street, but just smoking some weed doesnt make you a convict.
I even tried some on your bitch, she even proved to be a snitch, she begged me to please her, since you couldnt even tease her, called her off, maybe i got soft, but such a bitch doesn't get my dick aloft.
You went on at how you were jail connected, throughout respected for the things you went at.
But kid, you're just a streetsoldier, you ain't in my leagua, it's overestimation that holds ya.
I got into my physical form from the day i got lyrically born, did you just really think you wouldn't get torn?
Now i see you down on your knees, screaming out your terrible pleas, nobody will hear you, bitch please!
Now i dare you coming back at me, with that sorry way you came to be.
Come and face your execution, you know it's your only solution.
you got smacked to the floor, now go bitch, walk out that door.