Lyrics
With just a word or two, I will murder you dude,
You only spittin raw when you regurgitatin’ food,
I’m a burden to you, cuz you allergic to skill,
When you standing next to me, the only time that you’re ill,
Ya only touch emcee, in a Michael Jackson way,
only tear up the underground, when I smash you in ya grave,
unclear lines, wack rhymes is yo’ appitomy,
ya like a empty UPS truck, no delivery,
like criminals on lock down, you ain’t off the change,
no one pays you respect cuz it don’t cost a thang,
we all cough at ya name, this unoriginal cat,
“New Breed Is dope” yeah, on the Tunnel Rats,
ya mumble rap, dogg like ya speak a different language,
but we ain’t miss you on nothin’, cuz its all lame kind,
make this thang stainless, and take out ya crap,
cuz the bombs that you drop, only came out ya crack!
you reminds of the “rapids”, with ya mad “rushed flow”,
you a baker with out flower, you’ll never “make dough”,
I am grindin’ you down, you about to get “smoked”,
But I wont get “high” man, because you ain’t “dope”,
The drumhead that you are, you is easy to beat,
You a one legged man, you can’t stay on ya feet,
“he’s got two legs” only one’s one the ground,
“where’s the other one?” yo It is stuck in his mouth,
he can’t get it out, “why?” It’s stuck in his throat,
but that’s nothing new to him, we know that Breed always chokes,
you a “fictional writer”, cuz you never “keep it real”
like a incomplete boat, you don’t got any “sales”(sails)
