I be tha one improvin
cross my path getcha lip slip cause I ain't movin
mind contusion now ya left wit a brain brusin
you be losin when you enter this reckin session
when I'm reppin you it's all about mic settin
rapbattle.com nigga don't test him
budda blessin while you still out here manifestin
ya half steppin rhymes full of the shitty message
man I let off like my niggaz when I roll dolo
wont see me in the streets catch me drivin slow solo
ridin hard close by be the 4 orcho
ever see me pull the trigga won't see me let go
precise percision got me chillin on the intermission
but when I'm on I engage like a transmission
automatic when ya whole crew start to havic
just like starch keep it stiff cause ya'll don't want the static
you lettin lose yo things'll start to get drastic
leavin ya whole crew lower than a buried casket (feel me now)
as the words start to flow constant
I keep it going on and on just like a Houston Rocket
always unda pressure I'ma game playa
keep popin off at the lips yo I'ma have ta lay ya (6 FEET DEEP NIGGA)