i spit mostly to keep my mind offa murder/
a lyricist in era/
where lyrical content is virtually unheard of/
its hard to discern/
sometimes the shit i keep thinking/
working double time at times to curb my drinking/
my patience is wearing thin/
at some of these weak rappers/
who attempt to avoid capture/
then get caught in the rapture/
fashion or actor?/but not a rapper/cuz this shit is MY shit/
and i know true spitting is only derived from passion/
yo/so know now why i spitter quicker/
than any nigga/liqoured/and willing able to clock figgas/
but uh/ya'll cats don't know me
pose as rollies/
intentionally plotting to my demise/coldly/
but you wanna battle/get me addled/shit i'll jump back in the saddle/niggas get offed quickly like prime cut cattle
so all false prophets beware/
when you see the glare/
of my nickel plated nine milli/
licking shots in the air/
leaving my foes froze by my prose/
leaving them only with thoughts of despair/
nauseous leaving a hint of caution in the air/so dawg lets take it back to basics/fatigues and ak's shit/as we all roll ride and multiply in the matrix/hatas remain nameless/enemies end up faceless/
and any nigga talking shit can get his head turned into a crator

FUCK THA BLOCK