Blaze can't win-yo little boy versus the crishindo/
have you taking the pane like you borrowed a window/
This is a Hint-Bro, keep off tracks and stop-the-fads/
or you'll Get your Face x'd out like some pop-up-ads/
the glocks make the neck pop like you trying to stretch/
I'll leave you Shook then erased like a etch a sketch/
watch your head-man wrap around you like a head-band/
and Then chew your ass out like a can of Redman/
Visions of Sighting-a-nine blaze isn't writing-his-rhymes/
He's like a hungry crackhead the way he's biting-his-lines/
I got teenage-friends get them to Bring-they-friends/
Then you'll be Getting low like the Ying-yang-twins/
Me run from a fight you better check the Stats-yo/
Dawg i'm never scared like fat boys with afro's/
Bring it to the hood talking about them gats-bro/
i'll throw your ass back like you play with the astro's/
Lee come back spitting with the Georgia-Sweetness/
See dawg you'll need something a little more-than-jesus/
Cause when i'm coming at you with the Hardcore-eliteness/
I'll leave more shells in you than them florida-Beaches/
call me cable the way i'm able to get it Jumped-off/
keep it stable for the fables have you getting dumped-off/
Go train for a while come back you'll be Better-then/
But for now your style is Lazy just like the Letter-N/
