******TRYIN OUT**********

from tha day i started walkin
they realized momma had a hustla/
some folks do alotta talkin
i just tell a nigga fuck ya/
dont give a fuck wut nobody say/
cuz 2many like 2 judge ya/
once u rise in tha game
every hata try'na nudge ya/down a level
but i put tha pedal 2 tha metal/
have hoes whistlin like a kettle/
bitch niggaz that hate?
mayne the couldnt even medal/
in tha special olympics/
dats y i put somethin special up in dis/
effort that i give/
2 find a betta way 2 live/tha hustle's a beautiful struggle
but othaz struggle 2 juggle/
tricky metaphors/ they petty whores
dissin tha lyricly inclined/
state of mind/of a flow quite similar 2 mine
thats y i expose my foe's wit different tactics/
and let hallow tips drop niggas in 2 they caskets/
or hit 'em wit da choppa/ make 'em flip like they doin gymnastics/
show a nigga love instead of bein a hatin bastard/
my rhyme's a hazard/
leave's disaster/areas
put me in ya clique/
wont be nobody in tha leauge ahead of ya/

(o yeh, i'm a newb so u kno)
~holla back~