Lets Start wit some HEAT...

Nice, who every lied 2 u musta really had u gased
Cause ur words dont school me like deaf kids in lecture class

Aiyo...


U lack lines in crunch time, so im bruising this fuck
And like armless hide-n-seek players ur loosing ur touch
Commence 2 cut this wack fuck til the blade gets dull
Share ur open thoughts, after ive slayed ur skull
Brace 4 words, my verbs blaze 2 prey on herbs
Beef wit me, like X-rays u wont display the nerve(s)
I stay superb, my havoc is far more than hell on earth
This prodigy of rhymes, been bringing hell since birth
So Kass’s done, cause my heats song 4rm big guns
Landing heavy on tracks like tread-mill sweat 4rm big pun
Ur peak sums where my potential starts 4rm, so dont post
Ur styles like mail-men on holidays, so i know u wont post
Fuck hopes, i killed those 8 lines back, thats y i doubt u
Silly wack...my teddy rucspen spits about the same as u
And thats lame dude, u’ll never be able 2 with stand plots
I’ll beat ur head on the monkey-bars, and drown u in the sand box
stand not, the pressure’ll make ur head knot, my scripture r sick
U lose bitch, but like blind photographers, I bet u didnt picture this...


One
Sin-0-Matic...


I dropped 20...

so dont drop more than 20-25