**Mic Check**

..::WARM-UP::..
Battlin me just a 'Cover Up', I say everything he wishes he could 'Make Up'/
He wants to be 'Gangsta', Like Nelly wearing Band-Aids on 'Fake Cuts//'

..::MURDA::..
Got ya title in my 'Grasp' and I'm takin ova ya 'Thrown' move ova kid ya im tha '$pittin King//'
I'ma 'cripple' ya career and leave it 'plummeting down' like birds wit 'broken Wings//'

..::STILL UP::..
Reloaded" with the last bit of my "May-tricks"//
not worrying about this dick like one guy in a room full of gay chicks//

..::HANGIN::..
Im quick-wit-pain, destroy ya ‘bars’ and have u stick-wit-‘chains//’
Rip-ya-brain, this aint a race track’, so why u think u can pick-ya-‘lanes’//(lines)

..::FLATLINE::..
Melting-ya-streak, and drown u in ‘nova cain’ only way u aint ‘felt’-what-I-speak //
And crack-herbs who recycle the same line tryna spell ma name back-wordz//

Later kid….**Drops Mic**