you couldn't key up tight raps, if your keyboard came in spandex,
your ryhmes come.... then colapse... like eager men giving bad sex,
you dis-respecting 'pac', placing upon him your wack status,
your sigs say untold truth,
....................should be "is thier any RB crew that aint raped us"
i would catch you............ but i don't really like to backtrack*,
im rippin the shit out of this kids, like little kids with party packs,
yo can tell no one likes you... when opportunity knocks you out,
i hit you with mathmatics.... flip, twist and fuck you about,
my lines decieve your vision....... shit, call me your eye-con(icon)
if you spat of the 'right' of your mouth, your lines still be wrong,


*that scrolling thing in his sig!!

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