chek in

you from chicago thats were i no your mum fro//1
she stands on the steer gettin smacked up, hoe//2
u a nobody an get beat down,so//3
i travel in style first class from heathrow//4
by these lettes u calnt hear that my vers comes with high speed and quality flow//5
am the boss of this battle more powerfull than tony soprno//6

i dress in black yer my name might be keith but my crew still pay me more respect than master chief//6.......(HOLA)gud game
al take all your shit it belongs to me am easdel, a cocky thief//8 (friday legdend film wach it)
people say am big an tasty thas me sterloin beef, but this cow aint mad just high from the cronik leaf//9
this dogs got riches beyond your belief your hole wardrobe wont cost as much as my teeth//10

this rhym was rote fast my place is first your like lichenstein and gone cum dead last//11
ask the chinese my rhymes hit harder than the hiroshima blast//12
i should be platinum thats the level am classed//13
any time for me to big this rap to the last it will nok u back 10 years in the past.

pz out brov