off the top of my inner head, droppin' spits that leavin' mc's dead.//
cruisin' this slum of empty threads it's no-wonder that half these peeps is inbread.//
I'm not impressed with even a trickle of the best shit here.//
shedding a tear, not of sadness of joy.//
just knowing I'm the most talent there is goin' in this whole mess.//
y'all lack a li'l something commonly known as focus.//
no goals to provoke this skill that I've got, inside your shallow minds.//
nothing but dry rot, and I'm the one blowing all the lines.//
half you people prolly wouldn't know a drug to see it.//
too keen at gazin' for dayz-at your fuckin' computer screens.//

this was written in 3 min... now you know....