if iwas in the booth now

id be like.



U felta theflow that knocks raw raps like 2 alkaselzer Tablets.droppin to the bottom of the glass..u otta witlast that heat im packin incapable of speakin.
u lackin ointmentgot a hunch u seekin for hospitol treatment when im throwin Punches.
Shit im quick to blaze herbs an state these facts.an erase ya past.u a waist of a rap.
astonishing your a wannabe .so u dont trust me.but on my worstday ya wordplay cant touch me..a bit rusty u a bit lucky im rappin an secure at being trigger happy..u wigger .shit now whos laughin ive delt wit pain got jumped turned out deranged.an once did i never loose a fite still alive seen niggaz come an die.but u ask who em i..
a lyriscist speaks on real shit u mite think im weak but im keyed off a splif.an i diidnt stop puttin the prices on niggaz heads or ever Indevour or stop typing till needed a respect...FInally to replace this empty space i got inside of me..