Ape stands up and grabs the mic from LA with a smirk on his face. Strolls up to the stage, waits for the beat...then completely rips this nigga wide open!!!


I'll RIP you so bad, people be thinkin' I spit out a Detroit Cemetary
Punches leave ya pupals glassy, fill ya eyes up with ya hits, cherry
The only time this nigga ever drop fire is when jugglin' with coctail
Gay porn and the internet gots this guy excited...checkin' his male
Punches have ya face black, blue, green and red like Jacksons kids
And better believe me, you is the worst part of LA, like Compton is
You droped 20 lines kid, HA, I'll still give ya your 1st L like ya name
And I still couldnt recieve ya punches, even if they was all on AIM
I got the brain that you give, my approch to LA is always cerebral
And ya verse looks like it dont know Structure, like all black people

Last line= Structure is a store where they sell all proper clothes, and from where I'm at, black people dont wear that, so dont take it racial...just a line. Ahha.