Ayo...my ~times tables~ reflect when i peck at emcees signs/
my rhymes break down the ~circumference~ of ya mind/
half the ~ratio~ of ya legs to ya arms,in my song,i'll repeat-ya-death/
burnin these creeps-til-they-melt,~subtract~ ya torso till ya start to delete-ya-self/
mess wit the best,and i'll ~add~ my teck to this beef in tha streets ya blood be left in streaks/
i'll deplete ya defeat from ya skull to ya feet,and u'll 'Stand' against Con just as 'Long' as ya 'Meat'/(meat=dick)
Im to heavy in the game,compare u to me its like a book-to-an-Anchor/
You gettin it ~wrong~ on this test,bitch didnt look-fo-the-~answers~/


Just a taste so niggas can get used to my style!!!!

Give me a lil feed on this one then i will start comin wit real drops!!!!