i leave u dead...
after da chainsaw razor edge, rips thro ya neck...

im hopin i can keep up to this pace, n go far...
be on stage, n leave this game a star...

i need a tutor or sumtin like dat...
i dun wanna quit, willing to fite bak...

wether i get hated on 1 ,2 ,3 times in a day...
yo.. im just a youngster that has alot ta say...

thats wen me n ma pen n paper come to an understanding...
piss me off, u gonna have a bad day like the airport wen a plane has a bad landing...

or flies into sumtin its not supposed to, thats y the towers aint fukin standing...
i may be new, but i give mc's a good handling...

wether u say im, wack or not...
im not gonna stop, till ma rymes are so raw, they rawt...

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HOLSTER