Look Back At You Cos I Think Ya Gurl Be Missing Me...
While You Was Out Ya House I Was There & I Got Ya Bitch All Kissin Me...


man, i cant rhyme like that...not my style...

Switches Style

Conniving Thoughts Eat Away At Lost-Souls...
Deriving Wealth From Tha Mouths Of Tha Poor Walking On Hot-Coles...
Bare-Foot With Blisters Surrounded By Nothing But Apprehension...
Not Worth A Mention Fists Are Clenched & Like A Knife..Cut Tha Tension...
Only Gratitude is Asked For With An Added Supply Of Hope...
Hangman-Like Carelessness As Necks Severed By Tha Higher Rope...
Death To All Is Tha Nightmare God Has When He Sleeps...
Death To Number One Is Our Prioritized Fear When We Weep...
Selfishness And Ignorance Make Up 90% Of Each Human-Mind...
9% Is Humility But Tha Remaining 1% Is Ingenious Thoughts Discovering Where Our Future-Lies...