I came to honor the game n' gain respect wit'out those lame regrets
If you ain't gonna feed me, I'll be showin' you that same neglect
Some day i'll slay the vets n' any rumors 'bout me will be laid to rest
So don't show up to battle unless ya know ya aim's the best
I'm the main reason tha whole left side of ya brain is stressed
I can't explain it any better than ya style's wack, It jus' ain't as fresh
The only thing that can possibly be worse than pain is death
Got beef? Bring it, I'll be sure to leave ya wit' a tainted rep
Somedays I question; "Am I one of God's' children or one of Satan's' pet's'?"
Some of y'all are straight up weak, I see you droppin' tha lamest threats
I've painted death n' the answer to,"Am I insane?," Is, "Yes"
I know tha answers, but it looks like most of you just came to guess
So now i'm curious, just how many of you lame's' is left?
Y'all a bunch of rook's' n' I ain't talkin' 'bout no game of chess
Some of you' so distracted it's no wonder ya train's' a wreck
I came direct to let ya know that you' still way too tame wit' text
Ya rap's' overrated, that shit would never entertain Sway n' Tech
All I gotta do is knock you out... then you'll be swayin' less
Ya punches still ain't movin' me? When will your plays progress?
Some of you think you' tha shit, don't you know we ain't impressed?
Subject: No one fuckin' wit this... 
Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:32 pm
