[Verse 2:]
I blaze any block I'm spotted on
My CD is like a rubber, you taking a risk when you ain't got it on
The amba**ador mastered the art of committing microphone ma**acre
Flipping styles like a spatula
I'm hearing doom, I'm speeding near the Moon
.. that stole my rhymes on and still needed room
I disperse lines at the worst time
I got 7 brains so you's a fool if you thinking I'll use my first mind
It's not your fault that I slaughtered you
I put the blame on your old lady for not getting that abortion when she started to