Moby
the only member that know me
but he coming at me like Shaq and Kobe
you second to me like Microsoft then Sony
thought you a real cat but now i know you phony
shit talking, spitting baloney
speaking out your ass like you don't need your mouth
now we polar opposites like north is to south
made you a casket in woodshop class
you running on borrowed time it ain't gone last
amateur still suffering paper cuts and carpet burns
messing with the best when you gone learn
i held your hand when you crossed them streets
and now you assume your better than me rapping off the beats
funny