 No matter the names in this battle, it's all Jay. Genuine, gentle, giant, genuinely don't get it. Even real G's sound like Jay, I've leave you here. Angry A's ability in astonishing ascension. Acrimonious also. Always after attention. You got the permanent high face. Until you run dry, then it's the Jefferson cry face. You're wasting your time mate. Your plants will never be pollinated. Your last brain cell will pollinate it. Fuck your little war on drugs. I picked a mix. I go to war on drugs. I ignore this drunk who drinks Budweiser. I think Budweiser. You get pissed and fight with the night bus driver. Yo, you're a stylish people. Make some noise people, yeah? Yo, I'm from Leeds City. So don't really be thinking that you could beef with me. I don't care if you don't like me. My scenery streets gritty. I might pull out the Mac today and clap his face in his eyes with matching shades. I like P-Swords and even looking like P-Dibby. So fuck all these people. Don't worry about it. I'm ripping the mic. I'm like a kid on Ritalin over-thinking the most intricate riddles of life. Then I let my neck twisted aside. This shopper, you know that you're never going to prevail. Had to put Lady into your name just so we could tell that you was a female. I'm not joking. I swear, just look at these details. There's that flat chest and that fold right there. And I swear that I'm looking at a female. You belong out in Thailand. I'm not joking. What about my man? Really thinks he's going to be the end of shots. You can't cash me on grand. One, four, two. You've got the tempo wrong. I'm big left. It's blessed. My don, you ain't pregnant. Don't use a bitch as a piss test. No time to read that. Jay Pooz vs Kalu. I'm a good guy, motherfucking chucky in the flesh. I will riff-flay a chopper, fucking chunk up out your chest. Jack Hammond, these black rappers got me screaming, who's next? He be on the intercom screaming. This ain't no Whole Foods bread drink. Everybody say ho! Man saying my face looks like I'm on fire. Well, that's lame about shit. Of course it looks like my face is on fire. I'm off the flames coming out of it. I still ain't finished. Don't feel like you're dead in me. You're going to lean against the wall because you're out of breath. Just jogging your memory. You look like you would catch a sunburn in the winter. Also, you look like Al-Qaeda if there were ginger.