i've seen a few good drops but no RAWNESS in-them....
i've seen a few good TOPICS but NO RAWNESS IN THEM..

so let me get the viewers a good RAW read N holla back with good feeds....

fuck a hook or intro imma set it like this.....

Ya'll some sluts and stupid whores, the kind I buck the rouger for...
I'll put rap-verse on the shelf like a fucking humidor...
Humiliate everybody in M.A.B, by stomp'in they face like acclerating peddle...
split'in anybody they got with shrap N twisted metal...
You're far from stature and level, you're saturated like sponges...
Your content is pass, half your ratings are public...
V.T a crew full of technique, the original show shocker...
Your drama and glamour shows could only exist in a soap opera...
You sell records with your microphone and a mirror...
I pour my heart into writings, there's pride in my lyrics...
What happened with doo-rags and double XL T-shirts?
I'm basic, you can trace my roots back to the stem cell research
Removal of headphones might leave ears with an odd twitch
I create better key styles than experienced locksmiths
This lightning storm has gotten kids wetting their bed sheets
It's gotten each reader nodding his head to a text piece
With right hands I'll battle write something, with the latter I'm punching
Your mind is a sphere of influence like satellite countries
Feast on the underground, with the remains of dead rats in my goatee
Elevating so quickly, I catch jet-lag and a nosebleed
I'm my own epidemic, mixed with tons of viral air-raids
Make you step down in the circle like tripping on a spiral staircase
I outwrestle Medusa with my cuticles probably turned into snakes
Grip embers bare-handed, Lucipher wanted me burned at the stake
Leave a spike forced in your spleen, cause vital organs to bleed
My sick spits out cold fluids, like a cough or a sneeze
My words are a new cutting edge, coupled with history
Causing people to tense up like muscular distrophy
Leave you hung from stalagmites in the deepest, coldest of chasms
They call me anthrax, on contact people go into spasms
Your text is now severed with, two metaphores in vowel measurement
My voice gives women the hightest climax since Mount Everest
I keep it raw, gully and hard; with at least four multis per bar
I've torn skullies apart, leaving your core bloodied and scarred
You dress up more lines than masquerade balls
Battling me will leave your luck all shaken up like magic eightballs
I'll bust balls like hacky-sacks until I shake the beans out 'em
Leave competitors wet and stone faced like ancient Greek fountains
Collect enemies limbs; I'll stitch and graft 'em, as my linen's fashioned
See me wearing a coat of arms, like British captains
When not stabbing tweezers in eyelids, I'm adding ceases to violence
*V.T NIGGA*
So the only magnum I'll put in your mouth will have a penis inside it.....BITCH...

V.T fuckers.....

im that much iller plus more brutal then u....