breath nigga...


here i come


i stnad here lookin down upon ur /shadow, u thinking whos watchin me from the window/
above ur dead ass carkiss,u gonna c alot of NYPD,lookin for clues
but known im flowin a 8 mile,freestlye,leaven u in the guter solo/,
when im done with u man u gonna be gone like jayz and his blue
print cd album, u aint a pure emcee, u wanna be dead scrair crow
i'll flow my show over to the shore, walkin upon the death row
where i flow, u bitch down, u go wow, u know im just the G-I joe
leaven u in intine, but mustly blind, u packaged up toi
we dont have time to waste a upon "toys ur'ous" product
i'll duc tap ur mouth shut,leave ur slut out on the street to get cut
form the bums, who loves fresh meat, u wont meat the standerd of living now soo just take ur ass back to the super market//