Calling Out Sy-Clops

“	Originally Posted By: Sy-Clops kid I'm the 'prince' of this rap sh*t b*tch my punches leave you 'purple' and you bow down to my 'reign' this ain't a 'game', but I'm making more 'aggressive moves', than 'playing chess with Saddam Hussein', I'll re-arrange your 'FACE' so in a 'CAFE' you look out of place, leave you 'staring at your keyboard', like son 'watch this space', I suggest you 'put your lungs in your piggy bank', and 'save your breath', b*tch this battle is only gonna end with your death, whatcha got left?!, my style is like a 'midget with a new rolex' sh*t it's 'time' 'less', I'm the best, who gonna win this battle now, take a guess, I think you might get the 'picture' once I 'draw' this knife, risking your life, stepping to me is only gonna cause strife, I'm taking more 'head shots' like a 'photographer', see ya later, you on the run, bloody, 'red all over' like 'a newspaper', your wack sh*t is like an 'ugly prostitute' cos 'nobody feels you', you can't battle right son, and you know this is true, you 'could'nt have a stroke of genius' even giving 'Einstein a back rub', I come to your only live performance, just to boo you out the club, kid I'm getting sick of this sh*t, I'll 'pull your brain out, put it in your briefcase', so just 'mind your own business', and kid learn your place see my sh*t will have u in a daze, 'Buzz'-in, like homegrown only time u ever had any thing on me was prolly a 'Lightyear' ago see im readin ur lines, and u whine like a little girl cos ur no 'Pinky and the Brain' man cos 'Tonight im taking over the World'	”