STYLE—INFEST

My shit comes close n infests in ya ears 2 nest, so wen ya rest my style can make ya heart pump through ya vest/
The way it works is, that my style which is ill n contagious, even dangerous, will in infest n make a wack nigga famous/
Over nite movin from the shadow 2 the light, leavin them blind wiv no sight cos my style is so bright/
Im rite, n u know u feelin a burnin sensation, 2 be diagnosed n in 1 one day take off wiv elevation/
the truth is that I was infested way ago, we all r at some point by a cd or the radio, 2 get beta just listen in slow-mo/
u ever rap 2 yourself n get ya head boppin in the streets, that’s the style infested in u cos u walkin wiv no beats/
u ever thought about this, how style makes ya shake ya wrist n land every punch where before u wud av missed/ no--
--so next time your on the streets or recordin a record wiv swiss beatz, remember the infest, your heads loaned guest, cos soon it will be gone then ya vest will return 2 rest!


Just a little something something I did this morn, nothing special but giv us some feed!!!!