aite so air fresh thats gonna be your last verse,
i dunno wanna hear another dis, or another lame curse.
dissin me is like goin deeper and deeper in your own hole,
just like isiah paying players like he had an unlimited payroll
man you aint original, your every other line has whack
but i'll finish you now so that your unable to come back.
once you've been dissed by me its like bein diagnosed with cancer,
i build up, quiet you down until your so weak you cant answer
you'll need a systematical plan for therapy, like a regime
you cant come back from this battle even with both miller and mcgrady on your team
cuz both of em don't compare to my dream team, with AI to cross you up and kareem to ruin your scheme
your style, your flow, your lyrics dont even stick to the same theme
after im through, your dim light of ideas won't get any brighter,
might as well quit now and hire The Dream as your ghost writer,
stop denying that your obsessed with touching the youth,
your just pissed cuz i called you gay and you cant handle the truth.
it aint my fault you werent blessed with my lyrical gift,
now the only thing that can help you is a mircale lift.
fresh you havnt won, but you tried your best punk,
its just to bad when god made you, he was high AND drunk
thats how your mother ended up givin birth to some junk.
your mom shoulda takin it in portions, or gone through with the abortion
cuz your defective, demented, and out of proportion
hated you so bad she wanted to abandon, but she held on and named the piece of shiz brandon
son, you've run out of luck, and now your done and stuck, don't be pissed cuz yu got your ass kicked by a canuck.
agreeing to this battle, you were rolling the dice to take a price, next time be more precise, ask for some advice, becuase your about to get sliced.
man you a sucka at rapping you rhyme the same words twice,
you gotta stop and think try to maake your rap nice.
dont say im not at your level, cuz that gives me more energy, and more fuel call me the bus driver cuz im taking you to school.
don't ever disrespect me fool, cuz i can be cruel, you think that its cool but b**** ive won this dual.
i've got supporters and a clan, all the way from china to japan
don't be hating on me man, just cuz you aint got a fan.
ill tick you off like a bomb, im the detonator device
ill steam your ass like a dumpling and serve you over rice.
this battle has died, cuz you just got fried, i've ruined your pride, busted you open wide, you had to decide, and you tried to make a stride but its over cuz i'm bout to eat with soy sauce on the side.
talents like me are rare, but i did not spare you cuz that would be unfair
air fresh to me you don't even compare, i swear its over just go chill wit umair
this wasn't even a battle cuz you was just a rookie,
you need all the luck you can get, i shoulda gave you a fortune cookie
b**** stop tellin brian to notify your next foe,
cuz i'm your first, your worst and your final one bro.
for you this is the end of the story, for me this is just the start of my glory,
but take of your shoes biatch cuz this is asian territory.
its done, its over this b**** accepted his defeat,
yo mr.j, bks where do you wanna grab a bite to eat.
any ideas of where to eat? i was thinking chinese.
B you can come, but one false move and your eating on your knees
dont bring backup fresh ill whoop all your "killa bees"
i'll tear all of them right open so you can see their flesh
hey waiter ill have some steamed dumpling and i want them air fresh.