Aite checkin ..coo shit feeble..i think i gotta a chance..
IM approachin BROOKLYNS STYLE>>>>>>
Yo

Better get well cuz u'll be needin-ya-health// Sic came too hard, now ya "seekin"in-fa-help..call in the troops-and-coups// Feeble, if u come by ya self then u-gon'a-lose..im known like Devin-the-Dude// u nuthin but a corpse "hangin" wit ya "head-in-a-neuse"// u should be expectin-ta-lose..to this rap-"prophet"// sent slugs and left u "holy" and u sent back-nonsense..u should walk around wit the sign "I SUCK!" glued-on-ya-back// talkin bout beatin SIcwit it is u-on-some-crack?..im the one walkin-out-the-stands// throwin lyrical "punches" and "knockin-out"-this-so called champ..this "cat" got "9-lives// but im takin em all when i-write// his lines-died an .. ya "heart" will be-in-"arrest".."tremendous-chest-pain"// "numb in the head", expended-left-"brain"..im collectin-my-pension// creepin on feeble cuz he neglectin-contention.blasted this fool and he fell-fast// now he gettin "liquid pumped" in his system like some "shell-gas"..fightin-fa-life// fightin fa votes cuz no one likes-wut-u-type..you’ll never get the best of me, no man can do that//in fact I’m superior, twice your senior… like ya two dad’s//ya knew that, that’s why ya thought to drop first//but I’m methodical I got more patience than doctors//No need to hate, u cant fuk wit my undefeatedrecord when i blast//An ELevatin is out da picture if u gunna ride wit overcast////