hip hop drop-n-stop its jet the vet-runnin ya out like renta cops-
u kno how it goes' its like Hall's I cough u flop-n-drop...
in solitary confinement-under lyrical assignment......
I try an ryhme it...sublime wit verse's to Kill like crooked nurses-
thats right....keep it tight....flow oldschool like excite bike-
on nintendo-.......its my envy n will to limit the crescendo....

i state scriptures, use words to paint pctures,
my dick to fuck bitchs, my flow to bring riches,
i leave you in more stitches, than a comedian,
every day i wake up and kill an emcee for fun,
dont fuck around with gay men, get left i a room,
an get arsehole ripped, wick dipped, condom split,
an if my lines wore feet i wudda jus tripped

I never slip or stumble but dammit I'm still trippin'
I support my own drug habits with the shit that I'm flippin
I got blues, yellows and reds with the color the intensity varies
It's scary barely duckin the T's when I see them red and blue berries
Sometime's I front friends, but that shit happens rarely
'Cause I need these chips to put rims and DVD's in whips
And free trips don't keep me rich or bring me bricks...

designated tha rhyme schemes to keep my mind clean...
from bogus crime scenes seen in movie license of tha 90's...
don't mind me... i'm only here to be tha prophit...
had a mind but lost it... can't find it... so how can i use it often?
i sure as hell don't know... neither does Jesus...
we both still stuck on who can tell tha world tha thesis...
on Judgement... won't nobody make it past tha gates...
ur all sinners... now just embrace ur late fate...
cause when u die... we no longer will see eye to eye...
i'm above u in tha cloud nine... u're tumblin from tha sky...
to hit tha ground in surround sound... bodies equal a mound...
each lay on top each other... and that's tha way they will be found...
when death comes to lead them all to tha promised land...
all that's left is sick grins from a skeleton... i'm honest man...
u ain't got to believe me to concieve that i ain't lyin...
recieve tha competition in ur mind... rotted away tha body's dyin...
lay awake wit no soul and watch ur spirit go...
from one coast to coast to the Angellical show...

peeps be misbehavin like a pitch black raven...
only truth be told when u understand wat i'm sayin...
my spirit dwells to feed it's hunger off-a minds...
i often find that i have no time left to deny...
tha fate that is mine... stuck on a mission...
for me to lose all that i was ever givin...
no second chances... jousted off tha high horse...
dancin around lances... safely taught kids to deny force...
cypher-ish... this is not diminished... finished rich...
than in tha dumps cuase i'm completely sick of this...

What's with drug dealers getting ripped yet the killers get off if they keep their mouth zipped?/ And I'm fucking sick of these lousy tips in my workplace with deadend shifts/ Fuck the kids who complain about sleep/ because at least you've got enough cash to eat/ It's an old topic of hours you got, only three?/ Form new conversation or stop, and then talk to me/ I'm sick of the rapists getting of easily/ and what about the get away drivers not getting any?/ But then again....... That shit's not fair/ a girl in the paper was driving the car/ She had no idea the dudes would shoot up in there/ And these judges just do not care because it ain't then who get the bad blair/

What happened to truth and hereos
Im livin in a fake world with 1mil zeroes
Im freestyling pissed off with tops off
To many foolish ppl brains switched off
Im nothin a shorty young and immature
but I have to come up w/da adults cure
Expected to grow up to quick on the block
men thinkin just cuz i look good i want der cock
movd 2 da country now im in culture shock
thingz same except ppl hide der slack pocket wit shame
No money, no truth, no future, no known name
This is the world I live where even my savior died
Damn when will everyone figure out all dreams lied
Im ready to leave ready to fly, ready to expose der lie
pz forever more, this shits a bore ill will more an more
consuming me I can't live with the objectivity of da poor

Bounce
 

I'ma spit some for the cat above...know me on a first name basis it's lovely...but Joey i'ma tell you the real ya shit is not nice...i play ya ass like monopoly, put my ass in jail, thats the only way your stoppin me...

OK this is the last straw, I have warned you and the rules call for six lines minimum. What don't you understand, is it that hard for you to follow rules? You have been added to the thin ice list, if this happens again you will be banned..
~Bounce~

hmmm lemme sit stare an glare at the screen-
above the verse i see is stricly bare-
the kinda shit u expect from peeps wit un-grown pubic hair-
grab a chair-sit an watch wit me-
while i beat black like bobby on whitney-
strictly-.........

DAmn Bombin Cities areas, more deadly than maleria/
Crashin cats mindsets and destroyin mental barrias//

not ya average m.c. cuz Mostly~Crazy/
im da most obvious homicide suspect, fuck drivin im bout to kill miss daisy//

im up in Rap battles.com now, this shit bout to blow up/
Like volcanoes this shit bout to burn like pissin after sex in a burnin cup//

my illness goin world wide and is now infectin Rb/
gonna take over da site worse than african H.i... V..//

They remember the same november that I
dismembered rap gender, an entered a track
that was much better
infact, It got the attention of the net faster
with veteran backs to the wall holdin it clearer
starin at my figure, that man in the mirror
that scared alot of peers of the internet
so they failed slow, impaled in my pay-roll
J-Lo rosters, assed-out, pass out the six teens
got 6 queens n 16 kings, across queens n since
I'm older than 16, an' younger than 18
i'll go out with more than 8 teens
with 4, 8ths of the day-dreams of popular celebrities
pop-culture, bradpitt, serenity, see if they remember
that december mornin I dropped more than
four-hundred and fourty four bodies in..
the same-grave, entitled in the same name
they like, Jay..you a bastard for that rap circle
that attracted a wack-circle covention of rap-erckles
with black, purple and blue bruises 2 laced
blue shoes n more than 22 cruisers inlined
in the same-line like blue-cruisers, dudes use to..
grind on the block, hussle up the brothers
get the crack, an sell it back to they mothers

....

infact, this crack domination was beyond domination
the black sadam, alijah muhammad in sodomation
where the colors they wore on wuz an out-cast
an bombs that leave holes in ya like a dalmation!
the all hating on jay, that he speaks in the truth
an be feelin like colin farrel..walkin down that
same floor-board, with more than 4 whores
when the hall is narrow, call me jaro' the black..
african mountain, with back-packing accountants..

hey you talkin funny i got sumthin for ya/ pullout the 4-4/bust off thru your four doored explorer/got the revolver empty 6 more/probably bring the 9 on tour/have bullets in lines like raw/ load it up pop one blow the gun off/you guess if im hard or soft/punch you in the jaw/hard/see if you hit the ground soft/nigga you lost/whatchu thinkin/must bein drinkin/your really outcha/mutha/fukn mind/im gonna let that shit slide/nigga whats poppin/im talkin bout the gunz kockin/you droppin/im steppen/representin my weapon/

as of now, i sit back and watch peers live to my expense
this creates a slobbish man, dweels ridin the bench
rivalies with my creator, for not making me sumthin
got me bringin home the bacon, but not cutting the mustard
seems too be young is to cursed, or vica versa
so I write these verses, to live in spur of the moment
most of the time i linger, loiter or litter
fuckin the nine wit fingers, explotin a nigga
exportin honduras cane, i custom cut into wafers
since i deny manual labor, im watched solely by neighbors
wannabe ghandi of my block, legend to live in the streets
dare not say i rap like he... say he like rap like me

yo i just take the mic and im sick wit it baby
but i was raised to know that these bitches betray me
so i keep to myself, and preach for my health
visions of better life on a beach wit an L
ya shots get repelled, by the verbs i expel
i keep the heat out the stash box so the cheddar dont melt
I felt that life newhere must be better than hell
so i straight up ran with the mic, and earned my fame
wanna see wuts comin up for rappin, learn my name

Let bounce kick a free check that, keystyle...

When Im on the mic it's like im bout to explode
Lyrical combustion spitting heat that can scold
Melting emcees down from the coldest to cold
Like Anti-origamy... I'm undoing your folds
Counter intellegence.... Yeah I'm hacking all your codes
Flipping Encrypted Scriptz... Through the crown that I hold
Syndicated like an old episode
Like a dealer serving dope... When I rock the show
My verbal excitations charge this MIC to a glow
This is justa introduction to my funky subliminals
Vocal radiation and my hazzardous flows
Pressure cooking brains till they leak out your nose...


Yeah just a freestyle....

you know why you dont know yo daddy?
cuz i aint introduced myself yet

yo check it, it's robin h
here and tru from state
i give to it to you straight -up
g'd up from the feet up
this white boy is cutin you down
and he's the baddest nigga in town
first ever wanna-be skater
to get out here 'n rap 'n be a hater
got this straight flow
di'nt you know
you cant stand to this shit
these rhymes that i spit
its like the fires of hadies
cept this is earth, 'n i got the ladies
i bust this shit out greek myth style
cept you boys still cry when i freestyle
yea they call me robin hood
cuz im robbin the hood
of the black fame
in this rappin game
yea, this white boy is takin over
so just quit, forfeit, its game over

i aint here 2 battle jus 2 make my mark
but if u spit a flame u startin a spark
ima little thing but i gotta big bite
i neva back down put my fists up 2 fight
i aint like tha othas wit tha pullin hair
sum them aint got none so i keep it fair
i always ogtta smile but trust i can frown
jus grab my girls cuz they always down
ima trouble maker
boyfriend taker
hurt me ill b a tru heart breaker
if u gonna step b ready 4 fire
always spit tha truth dont call me no lyer
i rep YO till tha day i die
we hard as hell thas how we ride
im outta here now i think i made a hole
i leave a bag shit for all u hoes

(Fuckit) I'll have your eyes looking like kirby (puckett)
when I'm (muggin you) –
(stuck wit) a fool that will put (slugs in you), sleepy like it's (drugs in you)
cause you've been (served) like (orderves) from a (thugs menu)
bet not see your weak ass performing cause I'm shootin (up the venue)
and don't care were the (fuck I sent you)
rather it be (Heaven or Hell) aint (lettin scars dwell) amongst anyone I’m (kin to)
on the low murderous with (Hell’s deception) my shots (perfection)
posting up in this bitch like (Kevin Mchale) with a smith and (wesson)
dip in pla-ti-num - ga-tin - 'em till you lead the funeral (procession)
don't give a fuck if you on a suburb, rural, or (metroplexin)
I'm disectin, bitch mcs into sevens for (disrespectin)
now that's seven (lessons) a number for (blessins)
but i'm blessed with ripping (flesh from men’s) (chest and) expose the heartless.
Your artless and I’m her to mark bitches and end their mic (session).
Another cleanzzing by fire so let’s spark this.

‘The Cleazzing has begun’ SIZZ

get some shit off my mind so back to the future i rewind
beefin with them old crews thought they was tighter than mine
but as you and them all will come to find the flow is known as divine
They put a white a boy on the grind and smashed em all like a millstone
Record labels he crashed em all left his mark on the milestone..
audio spitter but could write a scripture if you push him to it..
no one even heard ya say you don't get my wordplay ..screw it..
y'all gonna hate cause i come from the 7th gate see ..
will a hellish style that seriously it too fast to key ..
so if this fucked up you can't blame me ..
The rap community made me what i am a Demon ...spittin flames in to microphones at kids homes then leavin..
Everyone one in the crowd tries to touch my cloak as i exit..
fuck execs those bitches take tight raps..and mess with it..
i'm done structure flow all fuck up but it makes sense to me..
thanx for making this cypher so when i'm vexed i can just key..

I’m not here in the flesh/
But I’ll snatch you from another realms depth/
Death to all those who fell asleep while I crept/
My lyrics pulsate, penetrating plasma like a poltergeist/
Personified by swift shadows, shady and sudden,
Leave you wit no pulse at night/
Bitch wake up, elevate or I’ll make your body levitate/
Rather light, welter, or heavyweight/
Too me they all fake azz confetti weight/
I’ma Shake up your whole fucking make up /
Cause I’m the entity, that’s not finicky/
It’s just the sin in me to disrupt your sanctity serenity/
No screaming, sirens, nigga you want even sense it’s me/
Stealthy when I’m in my victim’s vicinity/
Aint even been a G, but I kill from the darknizz/
Another cleanzzing by the SIZZ who’s quik to Spark hitzz/


'the Cleanzzing Has Begun'

i'm keying again to win grenade holding the pin..
cause i threw my shit out and it exploded on the enemy..
you don't know what you talkin about you ain't no friend to me
there are no friends in warfare lets make that shit clear..
cause you freeze like a polar bear in situations of fear..
i'll watch my own six don't need no love just need a peice..
and if i get caught in the crossfire.. fuck it i'm deceased ..
but until that day i just hit random keys on the board..
and come up with a freestyle and thank the lord..
that my shit made sense cause this life sure don't..
took my dogs life caused me strife give up i won't
tupac said it keep ya head up my shit points to the sky
for the day i can call on the lord one on one just you and I..
and you can tell me why they took my boy..at such a young age
fuck your book of life i tear out that page..should prolly stop this shit soon cause now i'm on a roll and when i go i take a toll on those of my prophets trying to write the scroll..
keep up with my tongue no too many Mc's can..
it should be me vs twista for the fastest spitting man..
i'm done i'm thorugh i'm out holla back..
and anybody who read this like shit that kid is whack..

Your in my way dawg/
Enemie of the the day dawg
so it’s time to spray these lyrics like a cascade waterfall/
leave this nigga drippy wet when I slit his neck/
hid his torso under my backyard deck/
the wack – all - get the same procedure/
get the “Smack Down” like a Thursday night feature/

mad keystyle you can expect from this man..
battle once in a while but home is where the heart is..
so lets start this... look at my avy the fuckin lyrical artist..
its bis did he steal his lyrics from the net..if so what fuckin page..
or is he just so talented other emcees get vexed and disgrace his name is a jealous rage..
either way whatever rap games been fucked from day one..
killed biggy tupac and of course don forget BIG L son..
every rapper that elevates catches one from a gun...
so why elevate a ton..i aight tryin to get done..
by some lil fuckin sore loser who got his player card revoked..
cause he stepped to the mic and the bitch fuckin choked..
goes out in the Navigator grabs the Gat with the silencer..
gimme one reason for the sensless violence here..
his momma musta fondled him as a young child..
if you don't get your way spray your shit buck wild..
thats not what my moma taught me i think its time to stop see..
cause i'm getting off topic but fuck that i jsut key...
flow of the century no mabye of the year..listen to my toungue flip..shit goes to quick to hear..
or understand i seriously can flip it like a gymnast..
you fuckin with a newly dubbed iJL linguist...
whatever man i'm out half the pop don't understand the game..
lived it since the age of 12 oldshool when it wasn't nuthin but a G thang..

this sites elevation aint constant..wit a bunch of fake concepts.
an statted facts about the culture of rap thats just nonsense..
chrit claims hes ill buts hes wak an weak white rap artist thats dawg shit..
so i kill this cat an teach him a lesson of wuts dope an wut leaves niggaz jawz split..

chrits flows we no he lossed it ya spits justt dont knock..
18-0 battle an elite an ill show u chritakill thoughts..
when ya names crossed off the marklist..

chrits flows we no hes o






















His rap games

this site is new to me I dunno jack
just some dumb new-b who calls himself 'Wak
my rhymes off track, as tho I'm on crack
and lying in the street singin old songs (Love Shack)
yeah, I wanna battle, yeah I wanna post
but I'm like a piece of bread about to be toast
coz I ain't rapped most (dat's fo sure)
but my intention is totally pure
just like my ho, wish I could flow
like mad Dizzee Rascal my British rap bro
ya know?

I just gotta let go on evey thread that i touch...
and i let go bust on every head when i nut...
i get girlz don't play yourself and look past mad sportts..
i mean Game whatever Girl just hike up those Skorts...
I got bling three watches three chains..three diamonds..
and i Make change from on time rhymin and bitches sellin hyman..
pimp hoes ..well they do buy me shit....
Legit ballin out for chips and whips..
girls all want the dick i am happy to appease..
then they serve me some shit try to push my head in there knees..
ok i'll eat it..whatever girl banged her off the couch the Big O came fo hard..
hehe Clit Beaten I beat in reppin for my boy so i'm fuckin his girl in the Yard..
I've gotten head in front of my dawgs my boys like i don't see that..
bitches masturbate for me and i take pics of there cuchi..ain't lying my people believe that..
I got 3 tapes with cum all up on her face..enter the presedential..race..your family would think you such a discgrace..
i'm done just wanted to relate a lil GAme.. pimp out of trainin..bangin your dame so recognize the name..

Insane joker lyricist y'all should be fearin this...
clearly on the A list With an avy of Bis...
freestyle cypher king continually freestylin...
well actually i ain't gonna lie its keystylin..
am i white am i black hmmm i don't know..
i don't see color so fuck it either way bro...
aw shit that last line gave it a away...
i'm a bubaklot mutha fucka screamin ali bumba yay..
hehe insane the lyrics are clearin my throat...
Distain in everybar checkin my coat changin my clothes..
check the last freestyle i don some shit in my time..
whenever on the grind hit me up for a dope ass ryhme..
theres a time for philisophical shit keystylin ain't it..
i'll drop some shit in the open mic cypher feel sick to your stomach..
just tryin to get known as a rhyme capone..actions i don't condone.
puttin 2 in his dome but i'm jsut chips like a cellular phone..
so i can track this artist cause hes from a different planet..
spits his shit while retarded yet hard like granite..
and i slow it down so y'all can stay up...
who really wants me comin though rippin the game up..
tear your name .. tuckin your chain up..MC my brain up/...
Insane these lyrics i made it in finally...smokajoka666 and Daillestrebel and me...........AHHAH and i still can keyy....

they keep flippin, they keep trippin
when they hear my shit eh!
they keep trippin, they keep flipin
when hear that gansta shit eh!

You know my crew...you know we the darkest
murder ya crew...rollout like red carpets
aiiyo we heartless...wid that 22'
turn you to a carcass...wen we shoot you
I spit so ill...Battle me need a flu jab
I be giving u the current events...like a news flash
Ya garbage nigga...and ya crews trash ya styles like mike tyson...some hard puchlines
but nigga u be biting...

Startin star shine makin name while breakin fame..
Ur a 'track' cuz destined to run over u like a train..
Sex talk? he could be in bed sleepin n still not be 'sleppin'..
Its like im 'matter' of this time cause im bound to happen..
Ill dig out graveyards without gettin dirty nails..
While there's more black under urs then in county jails..
Ill explode with nodes that provoke any givin homophobe..
Standin next to a drugdealer n still not be close to dope..

im flippin kids, rippin bids, its the shit it is. .
but every time i type its just rippin kids. .
my minds empty, blank, im on an empty tank. .
& once i stop rappin` theres no one left to thank
so thank me now, you buncha bumbs, u suck. .
& every time i think of u i think: little fucks. .

all these kats spittin battle raps in the cypher thats free...
Keystyle about a topic or some shit on your mind see...
if you wanna battle hit up front lines or i guess just spit it hear lemme drop a verse for you so i can make myself more clear...
Insane is my game from a Dame to Notreiaty...Eyin me...
my boy be playin for the Big leagues we'll all be paid..
fly to hawaii and get laid in the sun by a hula maid...
I mean livin the good life fuckin the natives good...
payback for when we had to scrap reppin the hood...
how fights i been in counting seems pretty pointless..
slap boxed with my boys and shit when we were jointless..
cause we smoked it all up so we'd just to slap happy for days..
I learned my ways in the street and found out crime pays..
Learned the ways of stashin product inside the lining of your vest..
who to sell to and who was shady get put you under arrest..
fuck the rest i make money any way i can....
moms a fuckin teacher and dad only make 40 grand...
lower middle class Urban kiD grown up round plenty gangs..
learned the signs the ways the colors many thangs...
i love freestyle i could change topics and keep flowin..
but the freestyle cypher i seem to be hoeing...
so i'm a let the rest of you key c mon dawg its fun..
the rule don't think of a single line you spit not one.....

yo
crackheads love my lines cus theyre all dope/
and homos in jail love my bars cus i drop em all day n i aint talkin bout soap/
the lyrically inclined flow is a dyme/
meanin in my shit while yall just spit wat you find/
its deep shit spit when i sit and i rhyme/
and sometimes that crazy shit that sends chills down your spine/
im by myself im the lemon and the lime/
i give cats "Goosebumps" like R.L Stein/
these wack acts claim to stay hot on tracks/
well ill tie you to the train tracks and hit you wit bats till you collapse/
nebody claimin they better then me they deserve slaps/
and if you still beleive step to this and serve that

keyin again never to win cause i battlin...
warin you how i do see my tale rattlin..
i'm like snake eyes i take all your cash..
produce that shit like damon dash...
hehe keystylin is what i love but spittin live is my life..
like Oj droppin a black glove after i stick in the knife...
my ryhmes i just key fuck all that other shiit y'all spit..
it don't gotta make sense it release stress thats y i do it..
it don't gotta be the truth i could claim that i'm black...
i could tell you i suck and ryhming skillz are what i lack..
i'm an army veteran on a straight attack..that was whack..
but you get my point so let s get this shit back...
to the flow which is dope like the drug yet i'm free..
from all that shit system give a fuck if you test me...
you ain't got nothing on me why you think i deal X...
cause i drive nice cars...i mean flex the lex....
Yo check it i ain't dealin i'm killin the mic...
callin out on the cyph any contender i like...
it christmas motherfucker so oh holy night..
holy shit that boy spits tight shit thats rite..
but not diet the wordplay quiet killer on the western front..
hate front like i'm chill cut it up dog and roll the blunt..
i got crazy niggas on my side down to anything...
can a white boy say nigaa i can when referin to my team..
my boys...phat pack and rep LF IJL and shit in Turn..
you rapper community mofos cannot fuck with me when will you learn........merry x-mas

when i stay right, i break mics, never sweatin stage fright
i hate life, nah i hate living, forget what im saying, not worth remembering
my rhyme stash'll have your asshole squinched up in your pants
when i act brash i hit fast with intentions to devestate your hands
i hate what you write, i hate what you spit
my lyrics burn mics, gutted and turnin round on the spit
i rip mcs with tactical degrees in fahrenhiet and celsius
this flows to hot for me, who else wants to melt with us

TheUnderated postin a little too much......
This aint a diss, it was on my mind Fucks..
Better chance Sittin than Flyin' Ducks........
T.U. dance?....kid better find'a crutch.........
Beat pulps wit like a re-winding touch.......
Put herbs back in place a grinding clutch...
The death threat you signed is tough........
Time for Tech, your nose an eye ta stuff....
Fillin' this cyph wit infections and such.......
Killin' this dyke wit weapons no bluff..........
Thinks he found a protection wit gloves.....
But His Fists show him objection to love.....
Shame you hadda be subject of my snubb.
No Game you'll never rub Tech witta slug...

peace

As a Kid i Grew up on Writin Graffiti...
Just block Letters on my Blocks,Was shitti...
But Know Blocks Add Up and Now Im Always...
Starin at the passin Burned up cart ways...
With my Paint stained hands twistin everywichway...
Some say the day of Graffiti has come to an end...
But As Transit Police still Run
The boys With Cans Write Again And Again...
It was my Crayon Box was full of scissors and homework...
Now my backpacks littered with pics of my latest put up...
My Rap Sheet Gains me Respect, Two Arrests and Many Charges...
A Misled Youth, Menace to the Troops in Blue, God Hardend...
Mastered What little respect is gained in Jailhouse Letters...
These Toys Only now Give me respect for fallen Pieces....
My Pen in hand was a masterpiece but now just Street Folklore
And Street Bits,n,Peices....

heheh i flow on this shit tech cause sadly no one else can...
your whole flow right there just proved my point man...
you should really not freestyle about a fucked up insane clown..
who keyes so many freestyles people tell him to slow down..
this is my cypher anyone who thinks that can hang thats fine..
but igot a feelin most of these kids aint just keyin evry line..
and if they are thats kool cause it don' sound like random thought..
which means i more lyrically inclined..lyrically fit....u thought..
u could take me up i tend not to see it bystander to your shit..
and i lit every mic i every touched wordplay mad never once bit..
people call my shit weird abstract and too damn complicated..
take that shit as a compliment nah i aint spent that just means that i made it..
never cared if muthafuckers felt me since day one gonna bust regardless sun..
chilin righting made texts while i flow freestyle multitaskin no thats a dun..
a don in case you don't get my accent yet i accent my point so you can't miss it..
never lost it always flossed and yet from day one they do nothin but dis it ..
freestyle fanatic check the sig make a whole CD freestyle like some say Big..
did i dunno if i believe that shit... anyway i'm done now if ya'll can believe it..
and it you wanna flow against me tech in not a battle..i'm down..
but inever stop keyin cause i'm an insane JOker...not a clown...one

This is the freestyle thread sonny....dont post pre-writtens
Shit half your punchlines are 10 times softer than 3 kittens
Now you watch me spittin, heart stops he's bittin', me livin'
T.U. beat tech who's he kidden? fool mafucka i be shittin
Wit tha simplist rhyme...i sit back and just crinkle ya rhymes
Talk about Joke? I merked your whole crew, yes even Smoke
Ya right long lines from throat, but ya flow is all outta hope
nothin left but you multies and vocab, but ya structure is so sad
try'ta keep lines even, talk rough but you think ppl beleive it?
Changed up scheemes so it's that easy ta beat yer ass clean
Cause when I'm lookin' at ya skill I start to see it's real Lean
Thin, down to da bone, thats all thats left you should go home
Only time you are what you say alone, is when you have a clone

Have to excuse me. I'm a new user but I have to say that
that was sweeet, it was nice,
and hopefully you'll be intrested in giving me some browsing advice.