Baroque, never should've spoke 'cause his style be blown away like smoke
Unwrite what you wrote, 'cause with all those empty words no need for He to float
Write down the raps with ballpoint pen or even graphite lead
Lines are long, more distance than a furlong, but still not overfed
Ya’ll raps is thin like squeezed out of a pipette and lifeless
Mine is sweetness, gingerbread with burlesque don’t copy this
Now, you're the first 20 seconds of Brooklyn's Finest
While I'm Dead Presidents II, same album, but I'm the tightest
Witnessed the best and the sternest that never rests
Bringing stress like a pest or addressing a difficult test
Your entire plan to conquest my plans went down south
Don’t stand there looking with a cotton mouth
I could buy your entire style in bulk at Costco
My raps is one of a kind in a bronze cast, broken stone
Can’t use it anymore like Ascalon I’m Balanced blue
One color not entire shades, black, white or different hues
Edited by Dan, 14 June 2011 - 03:00 PM.