U R MC if you can spit in different languages
Oh, I see y'all rhymin in english, it is cool
But they don't see rhyme, they look like fools
Dj Andrew thinks that he's gangsta
He's lyin' he's jus a wanksta
This shit happens
Kro-pal, your rhymes are stolen
Kro-pal, your mamma's callin'
You're nothin' if u r usin' not your lyrics
You're already beat by my mimicks
Mc Da Truth, here's real feelings
I owned you, an' now I'm chilling
If you can make rhymes
If you can write lines
And they can spill in the time
And if you wanna fight
Show it, but later u r done tonight...