Everybody’s a champ/an been writin since tha age of 3//

Me, I only been writin’/ since bein’ elevated to my ability//

Plasma screens, Platinum chains, and Big Faced Diamond Watches//

I’d rather grip steel mic’s/earn respect an git my gwop kids//

I got that hood rhyme homey flow//

I don’t gang bang/but I CRIPple minds like polio//

Battlin’ me is like ice skatin on uh manure filled quicksand pit//

You kin have uh thousand rhymes/but’cha still gittin’ stuck in shyt when I spit//

I’m that guy that’cha favorite battle poet favors an peeps often//

It ain’t that I’m tha hardest or nothin’/but I shit bricks an refuse ta ever soften//

If you’re diggin how I spit/then git’cha “read on” an keep groovin’//

If you ain’t feelin me/kool!/comment how you feel, kick bricks an keep it movin//

I got moves ta make/things ta say/an people ta relate to//

I’m here for a time and a reason/mami’s keep ya clothes on/I ain’t here ta date you//

I wanna motivate your minds/not massage your behinds//

I wanna unlock your brain cells an put’chu ahead in these backward times//

This is one ta grow on/ladies keep this in ya head//

Stop using tha NUVA Ring for birth control/one’s already DEAD//

Blood clot in her cervix an travelled up to her lungs//

Doctors ain’t say shyt/they’re too busy gettin’ their funds//

Present similar symptoms include passing out and Fatigue//

If you use the RING/get checked quickly/cuz if your internals start ta bleed//

And you feel light headed liked you might just black or pass out//

DEAD aint how you wanna wake up/GET CHECKED NOW/BLAS OUT!!//