It wouldn't madder if im freein son,
im writtin it now,
it wouldn't madder if i murk kids on tha net
im on tha block now,
you stay frontin son stop stuntin,
you aint puttin work in tha bag,
or sufferin jat-lag from trips outa' state copin' weight,
and this tha internet.. soo im ready fa' kids ta hate,
or rate other cats drastically,
on the mic what i spit charged with armed battery,
son come battle me,
return ta' the mic fashionably,
and i caint spell but oh well, it dont madder,
give me a secound son, ta' empty my bladder..

im back now, son im lighter and im spittin it tighter,
crack jaws like that kid from through tha wire,
you see the bar gettin higher ,
right in front of ya eyes,
i caint imagin how much trippin' when i spit some written..


as free as i can get on some typin it down shit... one