silentz,aint no point in tryin,denyin u dont kno what a ryme is,
i krush skulls n blind men,defient each line dividin 2 save yall time dis,
isnt a game kids,feels like im babysittin ashley n marry kate,ashes burry ya fate,slashes make hard 2 stare at ya face,
my scripts is acid rarely need a bass 2 keep me active,leave u actors 2 dazed 2 rephrase da same shit u gonna spit anways,
in any case,yall hit w/ da wrong time n wrong place,equipt w/ da wrong ryme n wrong page,
betta stay up late memorize ur notebooks,neva wrote hooks yet fellaz coats took,
u still dont kno?look,i sever rooks no lettas could sho da barettas betta proven methid of correctin ya best textin,undatood?
weather in mines or ya own hood,pleasure ur minds n show ur da kind,when u get outta line u correct ya own foot,
it dont matta how i type,caps or flat my raps is fat dasa fact,n its own style,
sho ya domosile open n close like i fold envelopes like da snow piles,i leave ya dome filed in da files of lost n found,
u think ur hard i leave u softer ground,dis alter bound by my flawless sound~imag