I break it down into sizeable chuncks,
and wrap it up in little packages to sell to these punks
who claim to mantain this rap game,
don´t even know your name,
how dare u step up to this & battle this aint a game,
hold up,wait a minute
let me collect ma thoughs and sell them off as wicked offerings
the bell rings,referee I aint steppin back
ma punchlines are punchknives that cut deep into yo soul
type o´shit u can´t control
Cats like you refridgirate ma rhymes for later use,
don´t matter what u do,u still aint got juice,
That´s why most niggas laugh at yo shit like it was candid,
here is a camera you might wanna snap this & frame it later.
Here is a laxative for yo lyrical constipation...
so u can later say yo shit flows without hesitation..
TnT out...