you kno who u are ;)(battle)

You're not an 'average bi*ch'. You ravage kids with savage scripts.
But salvage what you've spit an, honestly I ain't down-with-it.

I'm profoundly sick...through 'pen tips' - land 'flips' while yours miss..
you 'can spin a beat in Finnish' - but ill 'finish' like a 'sent fist'.

You're 'in it like a business' - I'm in it like 'goodfellas'...
You're 'mistress'? meet the 'don'...
on lyracists like 'hood'-sweaters'.

I'm better than being 'stressed' - at best when thought less of...
I've a special kind of calm from the days I traced desk scuffs

Originally Posted by ROBBMACK

i was gone for a while but im back with a vengeance,
move from my spot or get got with no repentance.
this is my life sentence, livin like i got no senses.
im a product of my residences, projects ive lived in.
hoods i grew up in, hallways i threw up in. stairways i flew up when,
them hoes would try to move in. them blue men, searching and snoopin.
probably take a few in, but never stop what we doin.
me and my hooligans, same old crew again,
same ni**as i been hangin w/since goin to school w/them.
noone new gets in, we stay 5-1-TRU w/in.
but we can chase green **** red and blue,
if your hungry for bread like a jew.
or aint scared to let off a tool, or wet up a fool.
**** it get a whole crew, wreck a block or two.

I'm a freestyle cypher sniper, ain't got a 'contract'.
exposing this poser Robbmack like his frock-snagged.
my music's lucid. all you're doin's stupid. "5-1' tru win"? prove it.
if it's "five to one" you'd better get me some food b*tch.
..
jus' making a point though.. f*ck-misogynism.
that type of sh*t's the reason I wouldn't give your stuff-a-proper-listen.
you disrespect with words like "ni**a" and "jew". I didn't approve.
f*ck all that superficial difference dude, it's all about our similartude.
I'm hating on that hateful sh*t.
your basic drops lack grace and wit.
your views-are-accepted as crude-and-pathetic.
I'm.. "hungry for 'bread' like a 'jew"-coz-I-..'bless-it'.
you're "fool"ish-and-"wettest", gettin' drenched in this tempest.
My vivid lyrics flip his tepid text-brick like tetris;
I'll .."wreck a block" and ..'ends' are lost..
like this post's a letter-bomb and epilogue.

Never gave this a proper view the first time...
Damn