iight jus send me da link and i'll hit it up....ok here ma verse..not ma best cuz i'm in a hurry


Knowing you, you go to school dressed thuggish, sayin you ready to die
Then somebody draws a pen to your back, bitch ass nigga started to cry//
your ass got crammed-by-Spittin Quik, nigga take-it-like-a-man
Nobodies 'feelin' ya 'shit', so you take a 'dump' in their 'hand'//
Crashin his car in a ditch only way to destroy his property
He couldn't write good philosophies if he took lessons from Socrates (Soc-ra-ties)//
Im Shining-but-Felt Residing-in-Hell spitting Nouns-At-Vets
if rhythmic hung Saddam Hussein on his wall he still couldn't Mount-A-Threat//
i'll kill u in the Heat-of-the-Moment ain't no need to Arise-wit-Sizzles (fire)
rhythmic i'll Reign (rain)-on-ur-Parade till ur Thoughts emerge to a Light Drizzle//
Fight-folks-through-the-jeers...invincible through these tears...you couldn't hold impediments-to-rip-me
Rhythmic tendencies and winning...a more mismatched couple than Eminem-and-Britney//
it doesn't take a genius to realize this cat's wack, I got him watching my text while I flip the script like a flapjack/ if I pump the shotgun I'll make ya head snap back and leave it hanging by a piece of skin on ya neck like a knapsack//
Here-it-is I put the fear-in-kidds cuz hottie is the definition of a real lyricist
Who’s scared now? I’ll leave rhythmic more shook than Shakira’s hips//
Rhythmic could copy-n-paste his name-an-stick it on my verse an claim-its-his , an it still wouldn’t be a hot-script//
With such-rhyming-words...if this fool ain't a vet, he ain't worthy-to-be-ripped-barely everyone knows you are scared of my text...like ya were 'allergic to dictionaries'...//
i could grab you by the throat n' start chokin but why bother
you're probably into that nasty shit, like "Hottie choke harder”//
you ain't close to my level come on lil' bitch please
i'll ask the mods to make you a division, we'll call it tha puss-ies//



iight ur turn