“Ya style is generic, mine’s authentic made
I roll like a renegade. You need clinic aid.
My technique is bizarre & ill. I scar & kill.
You were a star until I served you like a bar & grill.
As I proceed to cook & grill ya. That’s all it took to kill ya.
You better recognize me like I look familiar.
You wanna battle? You beat around the bush
Like you afraid to eat pussy so you eat around the tush.
I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully
Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully.
See me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz.
I lead the new school, you a busta without the rhymes.
I’ll crush the shit out ya lines.”
(Source: inthedepthsofsolitude)