here til i die
 

rappers couldnt possibly top my lyrical level,
besides u niggaz werent really born from out da ghetto,
i love blastin da heavy metal,cuz my fireamrs,help my problems get settled,
n even though i ground da pedal,i still cant excape da devil/
my games so tight,i can straightin dikes,4 da nite,
i speak like don wun,capible of gettin any dime broad,
i dont jus dream dis life,i live da life thanx 2 god,
da words i write,travel in fog,u jus gotta feel a dog when i recite/
im not lookin 4 stardom,hold up homie i beg ur pardon,
gettin heavy in da game n im jus barely gettin started/
im jus makin a livin,so u can love me,or hate me but da respects gotta b givin,
cuz i wanna b able 2 feed my future family n stay outta prison,
on a mission,not givin a fuck if u dissin,hate on me cuz ur baliefs r different/
i do dis 4 myself & 4 all my niggaz,n 2 make fone # figuraz,
and 2 make a difference,make u smile n keep ya heads up in my presence/
i was born wit a mic in my hand,n still 2 dis day kill da mic held tight
in my hands,wit da power 2 give life back 2 a dyin man,
or take his soul from rite where he stands,u nigaz jus dont undastand/
i can seel off bricks,or even sell out strips,n always straped,
wit a mac wit taped up grips,wit nuttin hollows in my clips,
i can make a trick,strip,n make a bitch suck dick,or even/have her lick,her home gurls clit,n beg 4 me 2 lose dis outfit,n hit her from da back/
hip-hop's my sport,n im determined 2 battle n e competition off of da court/
take notes of da knowledge im droppin like science,teach our
young 2 b rappers n my labels future clients,n create an alliance/
til my dyin death,ima continue 2 speak my mind til my las dyin breath/

nice shit dawg...nice flow, multie n wordplay. stay up. peace

thanx for da props ill check ya shit out