Fillmoe's Finest.....
 

Feel this.....

I shine thru my rhyme book//
MY kind is the time took//
To be precise as a dimes look//
Put the game in the himeleck//
Im one of the finest//
Matter fact one of the illest//
I swallowed the pen skills and regurgitated the lyrics//
Its clearist to see that no cat is my soul equal//
You spit mainstream but im underground like mole people//
I control sequals, cuz i know what yo next move is//
Thats why i got you nervous, fumblin verses like a "oops kid''//
I go verbally stupid//
Leave my speech stuck on repeat in yo head like somehow the beat looped it//
Me and my crew sits, in a position to get raps revenge//
Cuz the games been hated and played so weak niggas we aint friends//
Wit the mediocre verses that you droppin you content//
In the end, it will have been, obvious you play pretend//

u'r weak as fuck i will have a open mic diss to u next only cuz im bored