Everyone gather close so I can show ya how to rhyme
And with enough time I’ll teach ya something so sublime
Your rap sounds like a pantomime, and trust it aint a dime
I wouldn’t give ya a nickel for that weak sh*t
“if the words don’t fit than ya must acquit.”
That wouldn’t be a hit if from biggie himself it was spit
Your raps are in the pit and mine are at the peak
Your lines are weak and my flows unique
With a boatful of words, its like you sprung a leak
I am bout finished with my rap ABCs
So take your keys, and please, go seize some green trees
So next time I listen to that sh*t I am more at ease.

this is like my first stuff so hit me back with good and bad...

word,
kLyMaXXX