YO,i wrote this for a collab but then maki changed crews so i thought i'de just post it in here....its proppin up my crew....ill intensionz..........

yo,yo,
da illest trip n~shut there trap~scared n threatend by verses meant 4 der relapse.......
claim de real killa's~but merely~real filla's~n not destined ta be first,jus sent to collapse........
we tool crews of twelve~put~fools on shelves~in diss 'game'we refuse ta loose even if were pinned against ourselves........
if ya not on our kill list ya wack n don't exist
n never gonna be renowned as a true hip hop artist......
enough with da simplistic spit.......
my crews anonymous with corpses flipped n sunken battle shipz,
were modest,were never celebrated like hanukkah in aushwitz,
im always cunning n got a twisted vain kind of mindframe,
i've been ripping like this since mc's were merely labour pains,
one line from my brain could turn barmizvah's into soultrain,
fuck striking a lames nerve...i massacre ta strike a main vein,
i was born in a metaphor incubator,lyrically hardcore,
raw n ruff,da white outlaw living right next door,
unchallenged,mentally unbalanced like big pun n snoop on a see-saw....
bring it bitch...(method man)scratch..I'LL SHATTER YOUR GLASS JAW....

i kno its short but i was writin it like for an audio(30 sec)
oh well i just did'nt want it ta go ta waste........