aight I'm str8 spittin cuz idk wut chu gotta do to get niggaz attention...

Sumtimes its cursed to be blessed, cuz you got a thirst to be best
Maybe cuz its tha worst I detest, I'll be tha first to request
A battle wit a veteran, cuz rookies feel like nursery tests
I eat away at edible minds, wit my incredible rhymes
Fuck rappers wit sexual rhymes, at these unforgettable times
I drop bombs on tha mic, I try to leave minimal wreckage
But when I spit a flow, its critical, I leave a subliminal message
It's all political, but biblical, prophetic speeches composed
Wit each of tha flows, the youngstas puzzled, I'm teachin tha pro's
Every subdivision of my brain I reach, and it grows
I don't mean to preach to tha souls, but I'm speakin to tha streets I suppose
Every feature enclosed, within my poetic scriptures
Will let chu inside of my head and form kinetic pictures
But front, and slugs will leave you deformed like genetic mixtures...

Holla..had to take it gangsta on tha last line...

__________________
~Jerzey~
As I'm Blessed with
Tha best gift

~One~

Holla at cha boi