hmmm...sorry bout tha absence, been busy. outta town.

look....
Aight Maku

Ya own crew feels my thoughts, as if i had a braille mind//
I'm FROM oz, but this punk don't know shit about jail time//

My midus palms could belittle ya knox//
fuck 16's, i spit fifties, like i was vivica fox*//

Your hollow tip tolerance, leaves you punch drunk quick from the nina//
Only took one shot to do it, like you're misses selena**//

Embarrass me? Since birth to ya mom, you've been a disgrace//
that's why you left the hospital room with palm prints on ya face//

blast teks at you, turn metal to warm steel//
They just stop lynching cats here, you can be left hung in cornfields//

With knives left in ya neck and spine//
Ya girl throat skin raw from the noose, while she next in line//

I see the truth in ya eyes, you hate me for my black skin//
this herb flop like the disc wit cube dub and mack ten//

I'll treat you like i'm T.I. and tell you to be easy//
Open cheeks above ya mouthpiece and release feces//

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