Dark spits? Hell yea when I despense like hell
I'm tense enough to force this suckas head thru the square hole in the fence
regulator its time to take that TM off ya name
even in profession masters never place it for dedication 2 fame
U a regular below me the holy U run wit lame like cliques on 10
fuckin asses in gang bangs
U nobody u sewer no longer gutter cuz I say wit madness orama
u aint wise, clever wit them 'formula flows' made by your mama
10 minutes aint enough busy
bout to give up the flow
I'm tired of this rap shit cuz even if I made this sucka cry
My soul still cold
Spittin real is what u need no guns and death
U like outer space nigga?
Then think hard enough and take ya last breath
your mind is clogged suffocated with triggas
Associate some'n else like real shit
the truth is bigga

i gave up in the middle i had stuff to do, aight u beat me... wasn't like i was gonna win if i tried anyway...hah...