Keystylin, right....
 

So I'm back in open mic right, shit I'ma post somethin tonight, like somethin tight.
Maybe midgits riding bikes or fingers fuckin dikes, maybe smokin northern lights/
How bout police men reading rights, or this computers price, fuckin Obie Trice/
Pre schoolers having lice, gangstas rollin dice, or a world where all is nice/
The point I'm tryin to bring, I can flow on anything, bloods GD cryps or kings/
I'm the next big thing, but I cant sing, still throw a KO to all in my lyrical ring/
T's flyer than wings, an always enduring the bullshit faster than its appearing/
Gods the only one I'm fearing I control the tempo better than power steering/
I'm lifting weight off and giving a sound off to the sound of my screaming/
Bleeding from both wrists again, needin a friend, instead using a pen/
Poeticly protectin improper collection in sections of emotional expression/
Patheticly pressin the buttons of weapons faster than open mics I'm checkin/
Short an simple, but I pop more pussies that pimples, fake rob van winkles/
Get icy an crippled, when I cause force ripples through you cheek dimples/

Shitty Peace 

Yo, T-Square, for a keystyle written totally about how good you are and shit, I usually curse on but this shit is hot haha, keep it up yo, props to the DBz haha!!

Peace Out Yo!!!!