I could spit another verse about how girls can be bitches,
Or I could make it even worse and rap about havin riches//
I could go on for a page about hangin with thugs,
And how I'm rappin and cappin, dappin with handfulls of drugs//
But that shit is played out like basketball up at the ruckers,
And furthermore I want to sound different then all of you fuckers//
I make a style that's strictly mine and copywright it within my rhyme,
Then I recite it one time and slide it into your mind//
Like take that, and spit it out just give it that feedback,
So I can feed that to my elevator, if you don't get it, just read it back//
Hope you enjoyed the flow that my mind popped off
Just a couple of random thoughts off the top//

Hit that up.

Laaate.