I never knew that City-of-A could rhyme
Well now I guess he can't.
I'd help out if I had the time
but life's too short, too bad I shan't
Some tiny signs of life I see,
We got the verse and chorus
But otherwise it seems to me
This here MC got nothing for us.
Don't take this diss to heart my friend
An ass I am, no doubt
But let's get real, you can't pretend
your raps are in - they're
so far out!
Here's what you do, you burn that book
you print this flow, then bind it
When next you need a rhyme on time
You'll know right where to find it
It's on that self-same shelf up there
Right next to Dostoevsky
Your skills ain't quite beyond repair
...Erm, I'm out man. Word. lol