EHYO! ya'll ready to drop some of that hot underground shit on these muhfuckas???


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its the s, y,- you know its me/
the one better than most pro's at free/
industry outcast
keep my mind fresh so my flows is clean/
but should change my name to "woe is me"/
cuz i'm quick spittin, a slow mc/
keepin it gully n bloody
but will write some street poetry/
if its for the green/
around ya'll i can't be holdin treats/
cuz you kiddies probably be commin home wit me/
kiss ya girl
to taste what it tastes to be blowin me/
listen, i don't fire at innocents, only thugs i kill/
now you wanna keep claiming you "fully real"/
then be prepared to be saying how these bullets feel/
and everyone knows my battle raps/
will rip ya adam's aps/
better have ya saddles straped/
cuz i'm READY TO RIDE!!!/
probably screem jihaad, stead of yeeeha
keepin it big, ready to die/
ya'll can duck, and say i don't give a fuck
but i think its better to fight/
you can talk shit, but i don't get pissed
cuz your life ain't even worth the red on my knife/
you wanna la rumba baby? i thought not/
cuz i'll roll up in more s.u.v's
then there are infront of a golf shop/
i keep it street, fuck the RB open mic world fame/
i keep i hard, harder than rememberin my girl's name/
when i bring the heat to your hood
leave ya whole borough changed/
boiling the block, but ya'll saying "we're o.k."/
cuz i bring the heat that's -friendly wit ya'll/
so i got a fan base for -when we pit fall/
while you keep it X-TRA wack,
like beepin YASELF, prentendin to get calls/
you got hundreds of cats sending ya e-mails
but somebody needs to be sending ya dick, balls/
think bout it y'all?
with out cashmoney's sparkle, BRE they would just fade/
then hungry cats like me can finnaly get played/
cuz you know im fuckin futuristic/
i've paid my dues and riped it/
i keep my shit true and gifted/
and ya know we from BOSTON
cuz my crew is WICKED/
always starting beef
treatin you likea picnic/
raps like a gym class
and you loose like a sick kid/
haha but you know i keep it underground
when syns in the cut, i interupt
i never speak till ya talk/
east side Reppin so you know im a Spark
IZZ rhymes still filled wit bark/
Shit im known to roam as a cleptomaniac
will even go to the shoppin mart n steal ya cart/
fuck fake crabs trying to pop a killer walk/
don't care about folk or latin kings/
aint nowbody clear when i clap for bling/
and snatch ya platinum ring/
accidents start happening/
when defunct bloods start rappening/
i'm mad nobody reads my "dead man talking"/
so go on, i'll give you a headstart
start ya dead walkin/
i stay syn and i drop sin/
so why they hell doesn't IZZ battle me then/
get shit poppin/
and put consistent-SYNIKILL in The TOP TEN fro droppin gems!!!/