Yo, if ya brain all screwy, then you think ya gonna win,
But you'll be saying "fooey" when the true results come in,
'Cause I'll be at the top, at numba one, fo sho
And you'll be just a peon, you're gonna be my ho, oh!
I been doing this way too much longer than you
They be clapping for me, hell, for you, they gonna boo
Because I'm the only motherfucker in charge here
Slap a couple of asses and drink beer here and there
'Cause that's what I do, you don't, 'cause you a foo
If 2pac were still here, he'd be saying "Damn, he's good"
Yeah, there ain't space for more rappers here in Rutzy hood,
And with that, man, you be whining saying you misunderstood
But that's the last thing I'll hear from you, 'cause ya gonna fall
Down into the deep depths of nothing, you're below all
And I'm sorry that you're so pathetic, but damn you know I'm so phonetic
And you aren't one bit copacetic, but my rhymes, fuck, they're so poetic
Not one bit apologetic, hell yes, not even sympathetic
Yo rhymes seem so damn synthetic, but right now, I'm so energetic
And, yeah, I know you're so frenetic bout my rhymes, which are so aesthetic
Yo rhymes aren't even alphabetic, mine stick to you, they're fucking magnetic

WORD!!!!