spittin lead!
 

i spit sick sh!t, like my lryics are full clips/
and my gat is my gums, capping duns,/
at any moment, attack comes/
relax son, your with me, u as good as made/
but backtrack, then watch your back son, thats diggin your grave/
i may.../
lyrically leave you physically needing guidence/
moving in silence, arch eXecutes the violence/
i tried once.../
to slow down, my life wouldnt let me/
niggaz don't forget me, could never let my enemies sweat me/
i go all out, my fist does the talking, the tech it does the shout/
i aint gonna bus on a man who aint bring his sh!t out/
unless its straight war we came for/
then Uz he bring the chainsaw, cut fresh flesh raw/
I take prisoners of gang wars/
hostages, its like/
manc is the new iraq/
cept the terrorist wear black, and undercover bust caps/
got niggaz swallowin clips think dey name is pac/

it was iight but you need to work on the flow it was way 2 many diff sized lines iight keep elevatin....