Im Back......... I Typed This Shit To Tha "That's Gangsta" Instrumental By Shyne........

Bitch...

I come~around~from~hell... but ain't SuRFaCeD YeT - pullin' earth
down to the underground~wit'~spells from DiSTurBiN' TeXTs... cause
the slumpin'~ground~u~dwell on is a CiRCuS NeT - only clowns seem
to make it, but when I BUST u get thrown down to tha pavement - with
the pound to ya face n' stash it in ur mouth on ya braces, I take account
n' yo bracelet, get drowned n' found with a facelift, motherfucka........

I spit a DoPe LoaD of one-liners that enter~ya~brain n' the
CoKe FLoW that I rhyme with remembers~to~change every time I switch
on memory~lanes.... Cause.... These BeeFS oF MiNe done got half a
my brains blown the FUCK out of my cranium, kept a - PieCe oF MiND -
when the other half STUCK out too but "stayed~in~form"... like a snitch
they say life's~a~bitch; u n' her must be siamese... I pipe~the~bitch
n' snipe~her~kids when I light~the~"piece" like Bright's~Disease....

think u NiCe, PRiCK? I can tell u was raised by~peasants... cause
herbs like u turn me PSyCHiC - but I dont see u in the future or
the right~present - I could smoke ur RHyMeS SCheMeS but I wouldn't
get high off ya lines~essence.... whether u MiGHT SPiT
with a mic or not, nobody would ever notice ur "Mic's precence".... n'
I feel~stirred when the haze clogs in my lungs, so fuck Speilberg
cause u can see the 'color purple' thru the SMOG OF MY BLUNT.......