[Scientz]

lets go...


if u were a computer major, u'd be living lavish, man
but ur idea of soft-wear, is pink silk tops with satin pants
sci is dope, but thats only if this lame did not know
so ideal will die from an over-dos, like tres n cuatro
he aimed at me, n yeah i was preparing to run
but he forgot that his only clip,
is busy holding his hair in a bun
wit that smell u giving off, noboby could ride wit chu
some need odor eaters,
u should put an actual somalian inside ya shoe
im the secret weapon, carrying a tech with tha beam
so i can get my shot off, without nobody setting a screen
before death he wasnt stingy, people'd take em for fortunes
was very free-hearted,
which means u wont have to pay for his organs
ya whole team's scared of me, they all will get slaughtered
cuz im know for startin, shit...i never been a bench warmer
deal's not on my level, n definately not gettin there
so when they ask can I C you,
he'll be getting checked into intensive care
even tho he rides ya sack, u still aint next to dope
this battles a no-brainer,
thats why u'll be counting on a headless vote
check ya complextion, he's black as hell, skin is rediculous
if kids came out n seen this shadow,
they'd swear winter was ending
peep the hit stick n playmaker control, on the new Madden
EA perfected the freestyle, but its a shame that u havent
drugs ruin appearance, but ya moms swears she hot still
if cocaine is nose candy,
she'd be the first bitch wit cavities in her nostrils
admit that ur illiterate, cuz deal u'd do better wit help
judges should sentence u to death,
cuz u cant put one together ya self
i'll kill u for playing that wack shit, deal c'mon try me
n the only tape i'll listen to,
is yellow ones surrounding the crime scene
i never gave rap my all, dont be gettin misled
he'll know i went 80 percent,
but thats when the four-fifths to his head

He's Done!!!!!