whatever i spit its odvious the street'll love me...
and if they dont its odvious the my personal haters...
but no-one can debate us... 300 J.G the greatest...
we make face lift and we dont use blades or razors...
im hot now like i player for the blazer..
each one of my verse you couldnt whip out with an eraser...
there noting you can do to amaze-us...
you wouldnt have a striking chance with a weapon from dark-vader...
and dont let ya face grace us with out expecting a fight..
my niggas use to taking you outta " myspace" like we found a new site...
what the fuck you dudes is smoking?.. lets me open he's wind pipe..
you fuckers verses wouldnt take flight tides to a thin kate....
ya mouth i'll get hawk-split outline and chalked-quick...
that'll leave you box's up like some valentine chacolate...
im not bralic but i hold weight... so it's whatever you call it...
an i never seen a dude take to many shot without being a alcholic...
my ocean flow open doors like raided rooms...
and you aint gonna sell out quick just cuz you rushed ya album and made it soon...
guns sound like a major boom.. i'll lay the bride and slay the groom...
so i played he dooms... but thats cool.. cuz like broken cd.. HONESTLY who the hell will play ya tuns....


just a freestyle...