i'M ABOUT TO START WRITING A VERSE RIGHT NOW, AND SEE HOW IT TURNS OUT...

Yo, we commit hot crimes with glock nines/
me n my niggas stay on the corner, like stop signs/
it's like snitches are giving ta the poor the way they "drop Dimes"/
but we still movin up like a rock climb/
my sound waves move fast enough fa lyrics to stop time/
I see the world in panaramic, i'm not blind/
I pop spines and do not cry when cops die/
battle me? do not try, I hit my spinach and "serve chickens" like popeye/
I hiside, ryde or die, poison like cyanide so u better try n hide/
ya'll put salt in the game like iodine, i finalize beef til i'm 95/
THe chosen one ya'll, i have been anointed/
but i'm like an asteriod bitch, I entered yo world to destroy it/
while ya'll hold boy's dicks like Joy sticks/
hoist this anchor stop the presses, I got a message/
My words willl never leave you like it's omnipresence/
I'm the best in in this so-called hip hop thread shit/
you'll get robbed and beheaded, chopped to lettuce/
while i'll remain ta be common legend, reign after armeggedon/
who shot ya!, I rap to bomb beats/
I walk heavy, stomp feet and leave my foot prints on concrete/
none of ya'll can compete, so don't act tight, you're not me/
I pop peas and cop g's sippin rausy/
we used to call it sausy, but we upgraded, i'm a boss, please/

ok, that's it.. i'm tired peace.....

flow and metas was tight.. big up

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup

yo truth, me and u on a colab in open mic, hit me bac up if u down

nice flows haha you was rippin itup you rap on beats?madew any songs in the studio