Ready to get some explicet shit of my chest/
I'm ready to get infliced with shots from the rest/
already being inspected from crimes i'm gonna recommit/
my lyrical influence is just reflected for the times that i admit,/
are hard, since birth i've been blessed by ak's and 9's/
had this curse burdend around my neck - then it takes a turn,/
for the worse as i start to become a suspect in homicide/
It co-incides with my plans , although i elevate to get respect/
My minds is full of can's - no don'ts, they affect my positve,/
outlook, striaght form the projects i was took - to rise to fame/
making multiple G's in this rap game, my artistic mind detects/
a pound of home-grown-ill', I go on futher to inspect/
do anything for that weed - even kill, nine nickel, one year till the deadly shot/
for everything pac' + Biggie fought, in the end they got what they sought/
-- scratches to end...


2)My tounge spits battles like bars of war/
Some explicit content like Buggie used in '94/
Disses to xzibit and pac' got my heart in grievement/
the rap god will one day return - shady/aftermath gave me the consent/
To turn into a ja pussy-whit-bitch, gonna give me some embarrsement/
Sometimes Death row take it to far, Suge exposes advisery content/
First he had the rap martyr shot , then he endorses in canbilism/
his facination with satan gona get him sent down/

the 2nd one ain't done yet..but u get the feel...
Not the best i can do, i was rather bored so i just started writin...