yo im commin live striat up from CT, go ahead crack try to rap against me, this shit aint hard, jus flow some words, make it go together thats a rap ya heard, and sont try to steal shit from 50, ur rhymes straight up fake but mine sound nifty, im form a city, where all i do is rap dawg, head to NY chasin kats wit gats Dawg, and ur metaphores gotta make some sence, i pack nugs in my pocket long and dence, my shit is intence, me and D-money gonna climb dat fence, u know where were commin from dont hide ur face, its a mutha fuckin rapgame not a turtle race, one more thing when u rhyme try to make ur shit more than one scentence, and try to repentence, some shit that works dawg cant u hence, now that ya spent dont come round here, unless u got some shit that i want to hear. big it up to ma dawg terror