AIGHT MY SPIT CHECK IT OUT

kill you,garbage bag you thrown over the ledge where you splash ocean
after ya lyrically slashed open,haha cuz me us ya cast copin'
i dont act big,just make my last ryhme be my last motion
no need to front tough - you prey and i hunt such
ill when i puff blunts - chill cuz im untouched
'newbies or small men arent allowed'how i put up a gay memo
you the only black spot on this head of white..sorta like jay leno's
all dumb guys are comprised wit slum vibes
unliked they untribed and true dumb but front wise
new york...you more trash then i could pick up on a sidewalk
verses you i cry not,cuz i thrive hot when i stride blocks
i was where you were so i can read ya mindthoughts
i sought the devised plot so dont be questionin my props
stupid crews i eat all that try to evolve
my style is puzzling and hard to be solved
all other grounds soft but rough this turf may
why lie you wide eyed when i bust my wordplay