A ghetto-vet? No! tho il make mcs bite-the-dust,
Ever-threat-over-my-position then fight-i-must,
I never-sweat-over-a-collision i ignite-and-bust,
All in my sight-get-rushed i just might-if-pushed..
Slaughter ya in one coz my height-ya-cant-touch,
My boa-constrictor rhymes so tight-they-crush..
Balboa-da-victor wit punchlines right-to-da-guts!
Call me noah 'coz i take'em out 2-by-2! its nuts...
Every bars-a-fist ya still wanna cook-up-ya-beef?
Ya wanna spar-wit-this? then il fuck-up-ya-teeth!
None can par-wit-this you'll be mock-of-da-week..
Coz il knock you out on ya own block-in-da-street,
Your all like "budgies" coz ya talk is so "cheeaap",
See... JD's not like most.... i dont spit-to-a-beat,
No drums-or-heat just my words writ-on-a-sheet,
Iv a pad full of rhyme, i call it stackin-the-ammo,
It comes the right time im like an attackin-animal,
So fucking tough to remove like plaque-an-enamel...

JD 2009