im an ill rapper, hommie i be clockin' dough.
ima soulja boy, somethin like a nokia phone.
i can fall and go... im like that silly rabbit.
got some ill rhymes, make u wish u fuckin had it.
u couldnt grasp it, the intellect like my own.
i grew up in my mind... the mind of a broken home.
i dont pack a crome...but i pack some heat.
take my pen to my pad, and blaze the white sheet.
ive seen defeat, but never made an error.
they was better emcees, but now my rhymes cause terror.
fuck a challange, ill take on the greatest.
i come ill with rhymes, that FR? bitch i made it.
i created a movement... now my block runs fantasy.
ima body with no soul, so how can u battle me?
300 junior gunner, wanna war then get it started....
ill get some numbers on your door something like apartments.

im leon's finest, im my towns frontman.
and im ontop of my game like sports game blimp cam.
i know where i stand... i know what i rep.
ill put a mirror in your casket just so u can stare at death.
im posted down, and i lean for that green.
my flow crazy like steve-o and tom green.
i fly high, bust rhymes that soaring.
i jumped to the top, so consider me rap's jordan.
your rhymes? boring... hommie i aint lying...
u got me snoring like late nights with connan o' brain.
im smiling at these haters, wanna war? i can handle that.
like 5-0 in the front, ill watch u scatter out the back.
im from that M-I-A.. but money aint my issue.
6 in the dirt... who said rapverse was gonna miss you?
my rhymes ill, so u know im posted on the spot.
and my flow tighter then knotches on a wrist watch...

some basic shit... really had nuttin to do... lol

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.