I have styles that go for miles, but they cause frowns and don't cause smiles
i have files of rhymes in piles written on the floors and ceiling tiles
i have thoughts and i mean lots, i connect the dots at a million watts
you take *** shots, but if that's all you got, all i can say is your rhyme's not hot
it's the same old same, same old name, just another freeze frame in the game
your aim is pretty lame, the fame that never came, now so tame, a fizzling flame

i could go on for days, in so many ways, but it isn't going to faze a mind in a haze
i hope i shined my rays on a burnt out blaze, beaming through the greys of your played out daze