for .Kem...

reading thru ya rhyme nearly every lines played thin
ya opener looks familiar.. does it have a siamese twin?
shit ya writing bout his percentage, think up ya own hit
played punched like a duke box.. coming with the old shit
think of sumthin new for the corn fields, ok i will
lie in it while i harvest add flavour with the blood i spill
then they can call it Ke'maize and you'll never get ill