Ayo… The last time we saw you, that JC performance was hot You spit that lava But your best concepts? I’m the one you bit that off of The rest was recycled bars you had for T-Dubb-O, and you flipped that proper So I guess you recycle, Bulletz (bullets), like Hitman Holla But to be a hitman, you need steady grip, heavy fifs You’re only like Hitman Holla ‘cause it’s the same Bulletz (bullets).every clip! Reverse punchlines, local sports bars, get the crowd in a frenzy quick I’ll leave little pieces of Bulletz (bullets) spread everywhere - you’d think a semi spit! But I don’t need a gat Your arms are shorter than the Conceited rack at the Fetus Gap You’re lazy and fallin’ off like Norbes’ face - let me even that You probably got X-rayed-ed at Norbes’ place for a PG match What happened in your Proving Ground battle? I hear from Twitter It was the worst PG to flop since Derek Fisher That was your dream This is real life, the air is thicker 100 Bulletz (bullets) ain’t shit when you don’t flare the trigger You took an L to Dan, took an L to ‘Cane The Saurus beat you ‘cause we didn’t know what the hell you were sayin’ You just pointed to the crowd and yelled some names And that was the best we seen from the Bulletz (Bullets) since Elvin Hayes That shit was wack, but truthfully, I can’t tell ya He’s holdin’ the camera, that’s a hand-helder You were up there lookin’ like the sign language guy who did that Mandela (He looks like that motherfucker - you know it, look at him) Yo, schemes can be cool When Chilla does it, I define it as skill But you’re an innocent bystander - you gon’ die just tryna be Chill’ You keep callin’ out Chilla Jones, and he won’t even acknowledge you He’s on a level that you’re tryin’ to reach - why would he bother to? As far as schemin’, he’s a god to you You scheme rappers are comical! Just a bunch of words that barely go together, but you convince them that it’s logical I’m terrible at schemes, it’s a terrible way to rap You try to cater to SMACK ‘cause your face is Black But every time you drop a N-bomb, it’s a racist act Around SMACK rappers, it’s Black Power wit’ the big pride But we all know the truth.Bulletz (bullets) is powder on the inside You act hard in Toronto, God bless your soul But what happened in the Bay? You were less than bold I picked you up from the airport, you prepped a role Soon as you touched down, you turned white: Tecmo Bowl! Like, “Hi, I’m Karsten, but Bulletz is my rap name You know, bullets, ‘cause I’m known for more gunplay than Max Payne?” You rap lame You use schemes that are hard to catch live, so they forget half But most of your shit makes very little sense when they reflect back Organik conjured up this scheme, and I respect that But it’s your fault when I put 100 bullets through his neck fat! We’re both punchers, so these fans think our shit’s the same But we’re in different lanes I was duckin’ real bullets in 7th grade, while he was playin’ wizard games I battled on the blocks of the opps, where I live today I was handin’ out more toe tags than AAA You make claims without evidence, I use the truth You make up fake guns, I’m Bullet-proof You say guns don’t kill people and Bulletz (bullets) do But what good is a bullet without the tool to shoot?