black plague

wasnt gonna do it...but mine as well...

i strattle u across front lines like tight rope walker's//
battle u like a sik minded stalker, dropin hate verses ova-flo'in locka's//
merker, tear jerker, call CJ a ya crypt lurker//
9 ta 5 all the time cus u's jus wannabe C, wit-out realit-E, Ima real werker//
streaks mean nada too me.. my an rec's shit i could care less//
east or west i send signals of disress, ya not lyricly blessed, CJ send ya ina cardiac arrest//
fukka chest, i come at u full body cast, my shaft i blast so skitzo fast, i clean ur trash//
value be negative on any-market, bettin switch-in reverese, dun think-ta park-it//
i close in on paused tar-gets, i spit mythical, u spit leth-ar-gic//

dun matta ta me what ur verse say or if otha's say it betta//
still stubborn in mind, i feel i cockin a shotty while ya strappin clipless berretta's//
tomatoes cucumber's an lettuce, what ya need ta freshin up ya act//
lacked...status of a c who grows freshly colli-greens, lines like jeans within there seems//
flo's wit solid schemes//
I kno the way dis battle goin-voterz,seem to be... all pre-teenz//