I want a battle.

[QuietTruth]

Shit.

['Illicit']

shit...i'll battle you homie... for fucks sake you know. 

[QuietTruth]

Wordddddd upppp



This battle's voting ain't gonna be split, cuz you're shit
See nigga I'm 'Illi' and you just 'cit', it's SICK
Why you lending a hand in this rap for? Thats LAMEEE
You ain't a pawn on the board cuz you ain't even PART of the game
My rhymes is 'Perfection' that'll 'Boogle' your 'Cranium'
Shootin' down these lyricists and I ain't even aimin' at 'em
See everyone think they can write rhymes until it's just they VOICE spittin'
All off point, no flows from US to Germany to Great Britain
So FORGET it son, it just ain't ur rhymes but ur vocals that's wack
When runnin' ur sprints, is the only time you'll sound good on a TRACK
I'm all ABOUT punchlines, ask somebody, there ain't ONE doubter
You lack them, and like a remodeled kitchen you ain't got no 'counters'
There ain't one thang you could say, that's gonna sway,
A nigga to send a ballot your way, at least not TODAY
I mean you ain't got no heat, so what the fuck YOU GOT?
This nigga will think busta bus got a hit when we yell 'BUTSASHOT'
You could brag and boast, maybe claim you a loc,
tell everybody u smoke but that ain't gonna get you a vote
Abandon ship, from this shit, cuz you can't even write a HOOK
NIGGA U couldn't kick A rhyme if ya punted YOUR notebook

[bez]

Wordddddd upppp




My rhymes is 'Perfection' that'll 'Boogle' your 'Cranium'
Shootin' down these lyricists and I ain't even aimin' at 'em

So FORGET it son, it just ain't ur rhymes but ur vocals that's wack
When runnin' ur sprints, is the only time you'll sound good on a TRACK

Abandon ship, from this shit, cuz you can't even write a HOOK
NIGGA U couldn't kick A rhyme if ya punted YOUR notebook

felt them bars.

Ending was sick IMO!