Bro2B strikes fast killin ya slow i'm breakin off somethin proper
Girl I'd flick you off but I'm pretty sure you'd take the offer
I'd turn you out but more than likely I'll verbally take ya
Leavin you off beat, I got the gall to install a pacemaka
If we battled don't blame me for winnin hands-down in God's name
F' games, cuz ya verses reflect ya attitude, the way you always come-plain (complain)
Like bad tennis players ya can't serve me so it's all your fault
I save my verse in Libra's Documents, meaning, I file an assault
Switch styles.
My lyrics used as an abuse of power, you comin through showin who's the true coward
Girl disobeyed my wishes, her slayin' in front of these witnesses
My skills is a truth-hidden, after this battle it's a proof of wisdom
Despite your guidance, you beating me is against the fundamental applied science
