Battles

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die, Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why Which you know i'm different, right These rappers look and sound alike No telling how many rappers Let's enjoy our younger years Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers" Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters All yall other rappers wack Ain't even tryna hold back Other rappers should beware of me We get the bread and the crumbs, young money Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers, George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve