ok here we go no more then ten to fifteen lines

no crew d/r or hate votes

its no mystery, how victory, always seems to stick-to-me, i leave you lost in history, like you didnt ever exhist-to-me/
i tip-foes, quicker then i can rip-clothes off hoes, at a local strip-show, its like my script-knows, to flip-flows, and inflict-blows, that hit harder then when my clip-goes/
i gave you a whip and you couldnt snap-it,you cant say a verse let alone rap-it, you could put a HAT-ON, turn youre GAT-ON, turn the CAPS-ON (cap locks button) and you still couldnt CAP-IT/
youre trap slaps fake crap, like a fake thug, with a fake gat/
you need to get a check-up, if you think that ill let-up, but since you stepped-up, you better get dressed-up,cause im not STOPPIN, zip the vest-up cause im POPPIN, until youre messed-up, chest-up in a COFFIN/


sHiFtY fInGeRs = Sonek = Graphex = DQ'ed