came up on some real ill shit/
came from sellin on tha block to writing real ill scriptz/
bangin out girls who pussy is tighter then them hood rats jeans fits/
lil short thing with the sexy lips and stella hips/
listen to the silent scream in my mind/
and i ain't the average wannabe that raps about nicks and dimes/
i'm on balla status like i played for the knicks i'm/
not looking forward to gettin signed/
cuz record companys these days is blind/
signin phoney non-rappin tough actin fake gun blasting/
more phoney then michael Jackson rappers/
put em on a block and he ghost like casper/
and what you think you the shit cuzz you can rap Faster?/
i'm the master of pullin niggaz cards out/
and don't make me have to pull the hot bars out/
have you think you in the 60's the way i'll make you Twist and Shout*/
and ya seem to have a style like Jada Pinketts spouse/



First Keystyle on here man holla back

*that song back in the 60's called twist and shout