You ain't feeling the illness, 'cuz your skill is not contagious//
Gun shots outrageous, slip the clip, Rap Battles... you need to turn the pages//
Poet, I hope you're well, i'll stab ya trachea and ya throat will swell//
Son scope with nails, you ain't gettin' it kid like tryin' to pass dope through jails//
You shakin' with glocks and you're shooting with no focus//
I'm breakin' the clocks and i'm movin' to blow, so hold it... //
Shock with darts, like clots in ya blood, i'm here to stop ya heart//
God Son, stoning the pages, 'cuz I told you God gonna rock the charts/

You have elevated nicely and now you care about what you post instead of before...when i secretly hated he he...lol...Good drop...La Familia is coming into their own....Just get "IM" in shape and have "Poor2Rican" spit more...but this was a hot joint props