iight sorry for takin so long


I’ll attack ur residence fist that Nurture will smack ur benevolence
I charge Street for Illness and he get released on lack of evidence//

Street could write rhymes in prison and still not have the Joint Bars
Anoint Stars Street handles more balls than college point guards//

I put stamps on this kids shoes so he walks like hes gone postal
I cause internal bleeding so the blue comes out to be a wrong purple//

To drop to ya level, I gotta do more than just remove my shins
I gotta stop bein nice wit it an not prove my wins//

I’ma drive u crazy by sending insanity through the grooves of ur brain;
ur lame lyrics couldn’t fly if ur music was plane//

strap this guy's lens to a mirror facin the sun and he still couldn’t reflect heat
he hits punches below waists just so he can see-men all over his teeth//