K chek it.....



yo u tend ta spit within tha wrongside of da darkforce//
but ya interveining wit a jedi that dun chose da tight course//
dark wit a force.....a force of remorse, for battling wit me, strangled an entangled from my lyrical source//
sorcery witchcrafts upon u like a project in da night//
scared to turn out da light, best defense i keep u within in range, in my sight//
creepin like an emcee sniper... got ya keys deep inscripted.... feared to type//

3-1 hittin me like ya course wont be swayed//
lay ya body in da lake, fishes feining on ya corpse...for days on days...ya body lays.. decayed//
tried ta follow thru wit a hit but ya banged it slightly foul//
beggin for reverse when i slam str8 inta each an every vowel//
try an bak it up...but ya sloppin like a dampened towel//
rappin like news reporter's exchanging notes//
lyricly un-sound..re-used, re-iterating an slightly changing once recorded quotes//
couldnt get a grant of marraige to ur verse if u asked for blessing's from da pope//
physicly, metaphysicly, or prolyphicly,.. this win u dealt to me....ur gonna have to cope....//
actin like a crackfeind at da crime scene who dun planted all da dope//
put ya in emcee confinment, implanted within for only one assignment, so dont forget to grab da soap//LOL...

Next//....