back to my old style.....

yo...senseless...so hence this, men trippin wit clenched fists..
defence-less versus my tongues whip... my lenght splits
mitosis of dense spits....
divided....
try to re-co-llect a whole lyric?... i supplied it...
might n hide it... i relied on the height of closed eyelids...
the hype of the tight, siding for riding wit violence
whether im findin my pride or sin... still withold
my jaws jewels... teeth cut beats and lined wit gold..
defined as 'old'....
dont even have to rhyme wit 'bolds'
jumped high at the try-out sessions... i was finally chose..
i kept hackin at my brains till my mind exposed...
mathmatical adjectives.. so combined wit prose...
much shows...
but most is covered in dark deceiving...
my march proceeding mostly what my heart was beating...
to start the feeding...took less than half beleving...
ask the meaning?... read between ''the art'' emcee'ing...
scars from bleeding...
simple logic setting results...
the whole charge of this rookie set the vet'ran assaults...
im bettin on faults...
excuses how im lettin these colts...
shock my heart into chaos wit just seventeen volts...
never be told...
how you can de-capitate heads...
take a needle, stitch these vines to the back of their 'threads'
knock a man down easy by the back of the legs
choose a muscle for a bone?...
choosing crackers for bread...
so yeah im lackin the edge...you wanna pull this apart...
straight full to the end, most were fooled from the start...