Look Back At You Cos I Think Ya Gurl Be Missing Me...
While You Was Out Ya House I Was There & I Got Ya Bitch All Kissin Me...


man, i cant rhyme like that...not my style...

Switches Style

Conniving Thoughts Eat Away At Lost-Souls...
Deriving Wealth From Tha Mouths Of Tha Poor Walking On Hot-Coles...
Bare-Foot With Blisters Surrounded By Nothing But Apprehension...
Not Worth A Mention Fists Are Clenched & Like A Knife..Cut Tha Tension...
Only Gratitude is Asked For With An Added Supply Of Hope...
Hangman-Like Carelessness As Necks Severed By Tha Higher Rope...
Death To All Is Tha Nightmare God Has When He Sleeps...
Death To Number One Is Our Prioritized Fear When We Weep...
Selfishness And Ignorance Make Up 90% Of Each Human-Mind...
9% Is Humility But Tha Remaining 1% Is Ingenious Thoughts Discovering Where Our Future-Lies...

that was nice

ayo i'm in tha club packing tha ill skillz i'm so slick and nice that i pack that heat when i make killz/i'm out in tha street's killin' people and ain't gettin' no sleep u call me tha sun tha way i pack that heat after this cypha u probably goin' to steal my barz and cheat i got weed stashes like it was a page of doggy treats/ayo i be J-Spitta when u hear tha name u know i got a a deal u not even on my level but u tryin' to get a meal when i pulled out tha glock i had yo ass a girl cuz u were standin' on high heals/i been in tha game spittin' but i'm like Tupac cuz there still ain't been no ''Changes'' i spit so critical that i'll leave your ass brain less/ayo i'm hear with a mic in my hand u tryin' to spit a hot bar but u just don't understand i be J-Spitta makin' an 100 grand/me and u are different i ain't splittin' no big cake i work by myself this ain't no ''Double Take'' i be spittin' hard shit that will leave your back with an ache/ayo my gat will leave yo ass with so many fears u a lil bitch cuz u ''Shed So Many Tears'' yo if i die i'm goin' to be re-born cuz my flow's so nice that they look like they were written in manuscript form/ayo i blast all the haters what i keep on my feet are the light blue gators 'm blastin' all my enemies for free so don't call it a favor/ayo i come to your hood and put your block on lockdown bustin' on all you cat's so all you hear is a bullet bustin' sound call me a pitchers mound cuz tha way i pitch off tha crack walkin' down your hood with a bulletproof hat i spit so dirty that tha feds got my phone on tap leavin' your body fill with holes from my gat

wiping oxygenated blood from my lips/
vampire of the south slicing souls at the hips/
decapitating fools infecting wit dirty fingertips/
pulling ya arms apart till ya bust apart ya wrists/

getting brain so hard ya girl leave with a lisp/
i can slice you wit my jeans the crease that crisp/
~~switch up~~

click submit with ya head till the site is overloaded/

crashed the site and ya head similtanously and i didnt even know it/

im not disturbed just a little deranged when it comes to spittin shit off the brain/

Listening To My Fav Song...Quil Free About It

Bounce my head back n forth to the sounds in my ear/
Know every lyric back n forth since the song's permeire/
Adhere the song to the silent seconds on the next track/
Fuck that, the next songs wack so i press the cd player back/
Yeah there goes the heavy base that makes pavement crack/
Soundin like a US attack on the country sending us anthranx/
Now the beat calms down and the lyrics come on/
Knowing the atrist past,he left and came back like spawn/
But i still bounce to his shit, either new or old/
Wudeva im in the mood for is what I decieds to put on