So this is how it goes
I never started any beef with my foes
there was a time I ripped rhymes but u know how it flows
lost talent that I thought I could never possess
but now im spitting ghost rhymes like a child possessed
now watch me go on
imma rip up this song
like a madman, a strong man rippin up books
nothing left to do now but work on my hooks

you neva thought that fogg be back
now im spittin out flows that will keep you on track
don’t think its over yet, im just servin a snack
got beef wit nigga fogg
ill bust my gat

I know I got some newbie skills
but ill drop rhymes like droppin pills
don’t give up yet
I aint gonna jet
I got some meanin in this song
that I wont forget
eva since we were kids
we were bustin those lids
breakin out of the stereotype
that we were destined to bid
me and young t were bustin those beats
but fogg died out like the lamps in the streets
but young t kept moving, neva gave up
he walked up to the spotlight
prepared for his close-up
he been spittin