This is a song about "Old school mc skills to modern day mc skills"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

"damn, this kid has no skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Hold it..now thank you for silence

The good kid from the ugly city

Im the mc that everybody wants to be

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Glad to be, a palatabley passing fucking great mc