I should be outside, battlin', usin my head
But instead i'm here battlin' Brev on the web
When I rap, i'm channelin' 'Pac or Biggie Smalls
And all y'all just prayin' tha white dude falls
But it ain't gon' happen, whatz my last call?
With any ov my barz, i ensure your downfall
Now u say i might not be worth battlin', whatz wrong with u?
Afraid to battle, cuz my rhymez iz sick like the flu
Now fuck it i don't need to emulate Jigga or Eminem
all i need to squash my beefz iz a quiet room and a pen
Maybe someday we'll meet up then
and y'all realize u fucked with the wrong poisonous pen
now when listen to Big L, just get real weeded
understand why i'm madd heated
heist my lines, cause u need it
youse a pussy & all i do iz beat it