aight lemme drop this bull shit....

aight imma spit first
cuz your rhymes couldn't be 'weapons'
if they were lace up N 'conversed'
fuck killin -ill I'll trade in my 'macs' for 'verses from god'
to blaze 'this bitch' ass nigga like a 'curse from jihad'
I got 'this shit' 'locked' like dead bodies 'drawn' from 'vietnam'
this monkey see monkey do 'corney' shit
ill agrees and nods
I 'guarantee' his 'ill'ness stay felt
he try not to get hit wit this bomb
but its too late cuz he already melt
U C I liquify niggas like bitches B still
see how I 'diseased' ya body so ya soul ashamed 2 B ill
'ye shall b soft' nigga despite how u wanna change
this suckaz 'mind is mine' 2 torture
theirs no runnin from fate
no escape when i grip this AK and spray
one thing i learned in life gotta be a dead niggaz like ill cant hate