This dude stayed up till 4 in the morning to think of a reply,
while I improvise and drop all my sick rhymes on the fly.
Your sleep deprivation must have caused some lyrical constipation,
cuz that's the only reason why you're suffering from creative desperation.
Memorizing my profile to find something to try to embarrass me about,
when in fact there's no way you'll beat S.Dot's favorite son Lockedown.
If you got anything else up your sleeve please don't hold back,
because all my dope-ass replies got fiends higher than crack.
I'm not mentally unstable just call me lyrically deranged,
dropping more killer rhymes than the ol' school Big Daddy Kane.
You claim to rep New York but your city's making no sound,
seems like 9/11 really brought the big metropolis down,
MrJ's the best out of NY, phun is second and you're a distant third,
so with all your talk about being a legend really sounds very absurd.
See, after those rankings were dropped you heard about the verdict,
I'm not the only one who can't stand you, just ask authentiq.
I gave you fair warning before that this ish was going to be worse,
and after these twenty ill bars the world knows I kept my word.
I'm sorry that was eighteen? I lose count when I'm in a zone,
I got five Canadian Stocktons* to my one vintage Malone.
* - (Iggy, Chutney, Karma, P.A.P, Bobcats)