Droppin Heat-lyrical Autopsy
 

Decapitating lower life forms with an inborn diction infliction>
Your addiction to spitting fiction carves your tombstone’s encryption>
My Sin text injects ‘heroine’ toxins that rock mics and foreskins>
Lost in my mind’s thesaurus making your whole rhyme just my chorus>
Penalties do time behind “bars” from my sublime rhyme crimes >
The semiautomatic kind that blast subatomic lines past your prime>
Lyrical design that deletes heart beats like saturated fats and red meats>
Elite verbal threats make those with sense regret getting a pen in defense>
Subliminal hits so criminal vital signs are minimal from my pinnacle>
Critical style that finds your rhyme robberies after lyrical autopsies >
Bloody scenes have you defeated in the fetal from a lyrist’s needle>
Rockin’ stones and stackin’ bones using the vocal tones that I own>
With my skill on loan still your lips couldn’t grip spittin’ “stripes” with double tongues, lungs or swiped windpipes>

Nice shit dawg ,,,, , Wow , , ,I really liked this

uppin

short straight to the point ...ILL...the blueprint na mean a little is better, an mean..immaculate conception...peace

HOT damn...ill stuff from a newbie.the RB revolution begins...

but fo real tho,this sh!t wuz hot as hell.Vocab wuz sick and u knew wutchu wuz talkin bout:
"Your addiction to spitting fiction carves your tombstone’s encryption>"
hahah hope to see more from ya.Stay ^
-Avi