I'ma sit back with this rap, a diss track to git back at all those hatin on my flows like whip lash. I'm droppin it hot - and its off of the top, with a flow so smoothe you'd think the faucet was locked. you askin for trouble like you was talkin to cops.. I'm spittin liquid so fast that now you watcin the clock. or chronograph to know-how-fast these syllables flip, should I draw a diagram to show how ill I can get? I'm at it again, with a pad and a pen. damaging men, women, children: it aint a fad or a trend. I've manifested in the form of a beast, I was meant for this - like I was... born in a beat. it aint abnormal to me - or maybe it is.. to be so grown when most of y'all got the brains of a kid. Most of you who know me, know I don't diss much, But when I load the pen and shoot, I don't miss much.