you were the 1st to stand, well im the last to fall
i could tie both hands behind my back if u wanna brawl
yo masta, you're flimsy like some pasta
your punk ass will get smoked like some gonja by a rasta
you're rhymes are oversaturated, you're agrivated
my shit is unadulterated, why u haten
you lack purity, you aint a man, u missed pubirty
smack your head with the mic and now you see birdies
how do u compair yourself with the great tupac
when you got less sole the a shoebox
and u arent battling mc midas, u battling me
and battling me is harder then paddling upstream
get caught in the current, my riptides bring homicides
you're transparent, i can see right through u to the otherside
im the trojan horse and this is the battle of troy
ive got the sword skill of Achilles, ill kill this fool, he'll get destroyed
genius ill gut out your eyes, slice off your ears, cut off your tounge
then ill bury you with the blind deaf and dumb
you're on mute, ill exicute you when i electricute
i left you dead in the battlefield, to that there's no dispute.



"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?"