i see the Da Infos losing his mind infatrading new lines
saying wordz that aint defined u better make sum good rhymes
this guy is Da Info, but he can't even get the facts str8
shit i'mma keep it simple get in the back .... its to late
cuz i'mma blast one on ya, check out my stats on persona
see on the mic i'm gonna rap whippin ur ass with hornor
and i aint got a belt, all of my lines u felt
like playing hopscotch with girls out in the sun u'll melt
i'm rattlin ur bain, battlin i'm insain
wen on the mic i'm like an animal that they can't contain
i'm never being tamed, breakin outta this game
and coming str8 at ya u'll never be the same
i'm from the 808, ready ta lavitate
battlin rookies .. damn weres the heavy wieghts
i want a challenge none of this unballanced shit
something i can't manage or i'll hand in hand imbaress it
like a manly man not sum little kids gettin in my biz
drivvin me crazy with wack shit tell me what it is
rookies approch me cuz i lose in text whats next?
fatal aint good enough to be a vet
bull shit now u got Da Info, i'mma pop this pimple
like it was luck to insult me with ya pencil
lets keep it confedentail wen u lose
cuz i aint one to boast about u fools and ur crews
or the jewlse that u choose look at u accting cool
with 2 earings in ur ears ur str8 looking like queres
now how the fuck can i fear ya take a look in the mirror
and tell me if u even see sumthing familuar
