I told y'all I'm not a freestyler, but here:
i don't freestyle, i compose; but let me try some of those
rhymes that you say, can beat mine, i suppose
you're better, you claim, but to me it's just the same
when it's all said and done, we're playing the rap game
you wanna talk about my siblings, my mom, and my dad
but look at you wearing fubu, swearing who's who; it's a fad
i don't care if you're white, black, yellow, red, or brown
purple, you can be, but don't act like you're down
with the scene when it seems that you reside on a farm
if you're real, then don't fret, i'm intending no harm
it's just to show my skill; i never had, never will
claim to be who i'm not, when i hit up a spot
let me tell you who i am: i'm tailo, a filipino
you ask "who", i ask "sino"; we're all equal, i hope you know
but now i end this, my time's up; go ahead say it's wack
i just better not be catchin' you takin' lines from my track.
