Self.

Call me dead but really hyper
One touch with the sniper
I thought we was rivals
I school you, so now you dead on arrival

Next time I suggest you just do what I do
Always prep for the best finishing move
Be concerned for the next breath that you choose
Or get sliced into like vegetables

And even before that I bet that you lose
Get body slammed like wrestling moves
Into a body bag left with no shoes
You niggas is corny, Don't mess with you dudes

FlyJuly Recordings breaking the rules
You niggas too broke to be dropping some jewels
A wise man once told me don't argue with fools

From a distance can't tell who is who
That's a life tool, did you pick that up from
Blueprint One not Two

Chasing the devil like Yakub
It's obvious, I want the number one not even top two
I remember never letting the oppressors block you

So what if a civilized person doesn't perform his duties
Then smack him in the kufee
About to drop the knowledge, have a few seats Truthfully

Known for murdering a few beats
I should give you combos with this two piece
You known for sounding like a Duffy
Excuse me, had to shit on you with the loose leaf

So catch me in the corner not Speaking
Every evening I have a by myself meeting
Mathematical season
Attack with no army no warning no reason

Smacking niggas like I was playin hand ball
Must of thought I was Puerto Rican
So Until we eating, I guess there's no further speaking