-Lou C. Ferr: Ay Keysha, you know you gotta earn these niggas respect here right?

-Keysha: Yea, I know

-Lou: Well right now just hit them in the head with a simple keystyle ma

-Keysha: Fa sho

-steps up to the mic-

aiight, turn it up a little...right there! That's perfect, you getting me right?

Aiight

Chica, whew!

This is just some random shit off the top of the dome//
In Chicago its cold like penguin piss, so I keeps the chrome//
lettin the heat touch crews like trips to cancun//
but somewhere along the line, the truth will come out//
it's only so long that fakes can run off at the mouth//
guess bein meek you worthless can you do beats a service?//
Droppin beneath the searches kinda defeats the purpose//
people drop audios but it takes weeks to rehearse it//
but it's cool to use text to preach and reach the surface//
so I'll jus release these verses that'll make the feeble wordless//
conceived in tainted ovaries during a seige of a churches steeple//
"We must pray for these people and hope God treats them equal"//
Keysha a pessimistic sadomasachist//
wit a established passion for the passionate pacifist//
can you imagine it?//
I've amassed hits like snipers in war//
and this is my 18th year in this tour and I'm going for more//
wondering when will Hip Hop ever really open it's door//
I'm just stuck spittin text in Open Mics and corner stores//
always seems like I only spit when I get bored//
How about you?



Ha, the bitch is skatterbrain right now. You feeling that Lou?


-Lou: Yea, that'll open a couple eyes. That's enough for right now, prepare for the next session