KeyStyle From F.U.
 

once again,
its the lyrical spearin ya physical
spittin blows thats splittin ya mental probes!
while i grip mics,u put ya lips to dick and blow
im the type to shed more blood than Satanic Rituals!
systematically rip u fools,lewd scripts hit dudes
and confuse lips..abuse kids and bruise ribs like swift
mule kicks!
either u niggas stupid,or deslexic should i spit backwards
i been snackin on rappers between ritzcrackers since click clackers!
ill pop and leave ya men parilyzed from knees to chin
fuckin with me is sin,youll get bombarded with more bars than scott petersen!
from where i sit i see no competition,even if my femur suddenly crushed and ankle bone gave up..I still wouldnt lose my postion!...the kids superb
tongue flippin through verbs im rippin u herbs
and yall niggas asking to get hit like bums sittin on curbs!
no need to get physical got yall niggas flinchin with words
just like tennis balls "over the net" yall quickly get served!
test spoke and ya doom shrapnel open up ya vest
and give ya flesh wounds thall rearrange ya chest !
somethin like a hex dude respect or be vexed u choose
..or be a statistic another "square gettin ate"like chex dude!
u couldnt match the value of my writs with ya life
chances of beatin me is slimmer than the edge of a knife!
my flow harder than tap water in led pipes
meanwhile u a marytr with bullets roamin ya dome like headlice!
yo,spokes known for pokin holes in the ozone,
with fly promos that'll keep the club up like no doze!
Im so cold,check my swagger i manage to damage
any babblin battler,leavin me with a advantage!
Savagely,ramblin ya equilibrium with immaculate tactics
dismantling faggots,fuck fans i got addicts!
sporadic thoughts automatically spark pricks within
vain sentences,
the pain I exhibit will witnesses to ya ignorance!
i blame fate for the hate i endured for pure lyrics,
that disintegrate u lames but they aint written!
bars stencil to my brain,will stop ya reign with a take
off the mental, i popped all my pencils to avoid mistakes!
Callin all challengers, even though i rather out do my own rhymes
than battle amateurs!
im the best as far as this game goes case closed,fake hoes
get vaporized into the atmosphere like chain Smoke!
U niggas gassed or what,if i ran backwards at a marathon yall still couldnt pass me up!
Dont belive im the god touch my cut, and like doubtin thomas ya hand get stuck!
on the microphone im the type to roll ya ashes tight and blow,
smoke after using ya rib cage for a xylophone!
U heard of me "no" i murder thee oh so unmercifully
your purpose in life is uncertain , like worned out lakers jerseys ur not worthy to me!
I normally breath fire on scrubs to they retire, but yall abormally weak
U dumb guys aint nice because ya punchlines landed 1 hit like sporty Thieves!
U bums should bleed, only show guns on tv yall a front to me
while yall duckin threes, im bustin caps like ruptured knees!
i dice domes and slice bones with precise bars
heard u like chrome, well da nickle four five can make ya mind fly far!
i read ya lines and all i come up with is(this authors stupid)
my bars been confining whores way before Martha Stewart!
u marks are foolish,i can get real rude and lewd wit this
cuz the kid will leave u popeyes single and defeated like brutus did!
soon as u think its sweet u next to kill
watch my steel flex and deal pellets thatll vex ya meal!
skeptics get rest less lookin for flaws in my message
your vest turns to mess quick when i pump six in ya breast kid!
OK now im gettin serious,niggas here my lyrics and want to mimic it
forgettin,that there only humans still bound physics!
pound for pound im the one puttin it down this shit on lock
Spoke DOne went round for round with the best lyricist underground with the exceptions of Big and Pac![I]

can i get feed back

i dont believe this...nothing to say

lol!
is that good or bad

can i get some feed back

My strategy is aggression-leaving cats with a battery of questions
Like newspaper reporters, art sparks like flint even Clark Kent have confessions
Like USHER. A crusher of R&B charts makes booties twist like LUDACHRIS at a bar
My rhymes a tough load like rough roads batter cars
And shatter stars like satellites in mode headed for mars
Maybe blind as a bat but got rhyme stats like Jada Kiss
My verses latch the streets like a batch of concrete made to twist
Sidewalks as my pride talk like Oprah giving away cars
Living astray with scars like prisoners on death row behind bars

y are u freepostin in my open mic
where ae the Mods!!