hippidiehippidie hop and you don't stop
but wait you just did stop
get out of my battle room kid
drop that fake ass hip-hop
two of my lines will make your shit stop
reverse, and come out your mouth
onto your white couch in your nice house
your nursery rhymes belong in the trash like oscar the grouch
your probably over thirty and afraid to rhyme cus theyll toss you out
every rap i write is at least 16 bars and from the heart
your raps are over before the green screen even starts
i can tear you apart, lyrically or literally
cus your brain to me is quote, the epitome of stupidity
unquote, hyphen dash Talib Kweli
and for the next sloppy carbon-copy that comes in my room
learn to rhyme or tuck your skirt behind your pantaloons!
