summin i wrote(big improvement since last time)
 

Ayo ive raided all tombs n should be all four~court~rooms
But I wanna make more den ~four~tunes n take more den small fortunes
These~bars come in porshions like~three antique cars at auctions
Best not to battle me coz im oblique n leave~geeks~wit~scars n adortions
Prescents is~felt~due to how hard ya swing~da~belt
I cause things ta melt coz im da type o kid ta bring~thin~things ta hell
These~ill~spits fill~pits coz they real~sick
Three mcees get tilted coz im like a horse wen ma fukin heal-kiks
A born~natural who's thorns~are~ sworn to attack u all
I snap~baks~ n cum back to dispatch a fall to all who~practicall
I dun let crap~rule n dats not all I talk~about
Once ma thoughts are out I walk out ready ta force~A~bout
Freestylin wit precision as ma feet findin ma~vision
Prophecies of big~collisions coz ma talents been~hiddeni
Puttin mcees in black~sacks as i close dey hopes like cattaraks
Im ready ta smak~brats more den high~skool rock n roll wit Jack black wit his guitar n a nap~sac
My raps aint soft like persians as mcees get chopped n mopped behind closed curtains
My rap spray~detergants with da delicacy of~surgeons~as I spit most versions

hit me bak......

anyone??.......................................... .................