real talk
 

real talk nugga

i gotta slight-need fa weed, u can find-me in the streets-of-sj//
fuck wit sircut and u lucky to keep-ya-chest-plate//
u can eat-my-tech-frame, pull one fo a homicide//
ima a sergeon on-the-mic//
rate "higher" than other mc's like im "off-the-pipe"//
gotta 50 cal on-the-side of my h-i-p//
u can take-my-heat but u cant take-my-d//
u fuckin wit the wrong-cat//
i bomb-raps to ya sector to make batter contact//
its a long-track to walk in this part-of-the-town//
wit that big mouth u should start-fa-the-ground//
ima start sparkin-them-rounds into-ya-face//
get off the track, u aint have a chance to finish-the-race//
u been-a-disgrace fa a long-time-runnin//
i got-nines-pumpin through ya flesh-and-meat//
hit ya chest-wit-heat//
then its game over, next time dont mess-wit-me//
but fa now dogg, rest-in-piece//

Man, game's so "deep'...I gotta use'a "snorkel' when I talk...
We creep and when I aim the heat, cat's get lined in chalk...
And mankind as we know it, stands on the block...Hold steady...
With both hands on the glock...I'm cold and ready to rip'em...
Turn they soul to fetti, wita life in my hands as I grip'em...I got
shit on lock...Strip'em of they pride...And most talk about doin
dirt, but when was they down to ride? I know them punchs hurt
but atleast you tried...When I'm provoked, I can't control the
beast inside...When foo's like me try to "Jack-youll' run and "Hyde'...
Get caught wita hot one, right onda side...Cracked chest plate and
still blast shots, aint nothin fun...Tek on my lap, cus I live by the gun....

verse to a audio im doin wit my boy
street lifE

IM JUS DEFENDIN-MY-RIGHTS// I WONT SURRENDER-TO-TIME// I'LL GIVE GOD BILLS, QUARTERS, PENNIES-N-DIMES FOR AN EXTENSION-OF-LIFE// I NEED TO SERVE-MY-PURPOSE// WIT OUT MEANIN TO LIFE THIS EARTH-IS-WORTHLESS// I'VE SPENT HARD TIME IN PRISON WIT LITTLE-TA-EAT// CANT WAIT TO GET-TO-THE-STREETS// BITCHES AND SWISHAS WIT A CLIP-FULLA-HEAT// ITS LIKE THE BEST-THING// WIT A NINE MILLIMETER TECH-BEAM// I GOT ALL I NEED EXCEPT-D// LET ME SMUGGLE-SOME-ROCKS// TIME TO HUSTLE-THE-BLOCK, GET-THAT-CASH// DUDE FLAUNTIN HIS SKRILL, DONT LET-THAT-PASS// HANDLE-IT-MAN// IN THE BAY OFF THEM SCANDOLOUS-SCAMS// I GOT SAVAGE-THOUGHTS TO BAG-SOME-ROCKS// PULL THE HEAD OF MY STRAP BACK AND ATTACK-THE-COPS CUZ IMA RIDAH-FA-MINE// WHEN I SLIDE-UP-A-NINE SUCKAS DIE-EVERY-TIME// I GOT ROCKS TA SLANG, CASH-TA-MAKE// DOPE EQUALS MONEY, JUS NEED A BAG-A-CAINE TO SURVIVE TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY, THATS-THE-GAME..

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|lookin for feedback i think the last one is my illest open miC
just come hard on it
u feel
feed back tho nuggaZ
sEEIN WUT IM CAPABLE OF DOIN

you had some dope multi'z...but it's kinda hard to have one response to like 5 versez...ya shoula posted em all seperately...

Yeah you should post them seperately, but they all where pretty good, flow was good in most of them, you had good multies in them though, vocab was pretty good, overall good pieces, keep dropping, and if you get the chance check out me and Gene Pools KeyStyle, thanks.

^^ THOSE ARE MY VERSE SON
THIS KID BIT EVERY verse FROM ME from TH SITE I SPIT ON
DOES ANYONE wANNA SEE THE LINKS