Short and Sweet.

MY BABY WASN'T BORN YESTERDAY, GROWN TO BE A FIGHTER,
YOUR BABY WAS BORN YESTERDAY, STILL PISSING ITS FUCKING DIAPER.

Ghostwriter.

My baby don't need beef, and he don't cook pork,
Your baby straight Internet, on that Fakebook stalk.
My baby don't need caps lock to have the game locked up, aks' ya mans,
Your baby swollen glands, locked up like Weezy, sucking cock for Coke cans.

Bacon Deluxe.

My baby chortles at how awful it is that your baby stays, lawful,
My baby has had a gut full of how your baby thinks it's Sitting Bull,
That sign says no standing, so straighten up,
You posers late with the lean, my baby snatching those styrofoam cups,
Cliches and she says that your baby had the motive,
My baby stays crazy and spurred on, locomotivated train lines of linear thought, always hated.
Real recognise real and that's how I'm gonna play it,
Time for your baby to change it's diaper,
Like it's style, it stinks like shit.

I played Chess with RZA.

My baby stunting like Tony Starks, your baby got stomped by Rosa Parks,
While my baby stays razor sharp, on the retalitation tip,
Your baby stays confused, head spinning, split upper lip.
My baby, he got confidence.
Your baby, he got conned, no defence.
My baby's Knight rode the Bishop home for central board control,
Your baby training to be a pawn position C4, about to get rolled.

Progress.

Canary yellow Tonka, yeah i got them birds in it,
you think i mean them girls in it? Nah i mean them birds in it.

Batman.

My baby's out in Norway, Jack Nicholson and poker,
your baby's out on broadway, Jack Nicholson as Joker.

Manners.

My baby's at the round table, speaking with the council,
your baby's at a round table, speaking with his mouth full.