ass all tightened over shit that ain't threatnin,
questionin whether or not you should be fretin/
is it something to reminisce or forget n jus spit,
progress from mistakes but the decisions split,
Jus like your spine if you keep questioning shit/
freestyle stand for style wit a mind that's free,
aiight... so no worrys while rappin n it'll be dun skillfuly/
rule 1...don't bully yo mind,
rule2...son't sully your rhymes,
rule3...sully wit in lines...n end up revolutionaly...

listen to me sayin this shit like i no it,
listen...this spit is peronal shit...
so audit i don't give a fuc whether you plaudit
You'll forfit cuz i excoriate so you end up a sore bit-ch/
I'm so phat n pocket nothin i where it on my sleeve...
I'll blow you away n who woulda known it started froma breeze/

im dun on this shit...jus personal...hit me up wit feedbac n i'll do the same