This is off the top, no need to write it down//
I'm ghetto like writing my name on cement, before it hardens out/
I'm talking about nothing specific//
Mostly in digits, lastly into minutes//
I always come hard into women//
Every other rhyme, I keep heads spinning//
When I'm on the grind and flowin', i'm out of my mind//
I'll find a safe way to creep on ya, from far from behind//
I stay on top like I'm crazy glued to the number one sign//
Face it, don't dodge it like the matrix//
Stay awake like no doze and black coffee, shit's tasteless//
Rearrange it, the flow is way beyond human thinking//
You won't get it until you talking to your grandchildren in there places//
E give deep thoughts, like thinking in the basement//
Feeling what I spark, could ignite future generations//
I'm on it, yup, on a whole other level//
Niggas close they eyes for my instructs with mentals//

(Take A Breath to Reload)

Ya bitch asses should be grateful just to talk to me//
I'm hot, a jalapeno, your flows are down in the deep blue sea//
I came from living out of a hole two other 2 g's//
So I stayed on my knees, begging god for release//
Please believe I came up out the dirt//
Rolling up my sleeves, so I won't get dirty from work//
My boss was a jerk, the day I quit I just smirked//
Knowing one day I'm gonna let him know how it feels to be hurt//
Came back 2 years later just to buy the fuckin' place//
But told the dick, "ah, fuck it, I don't got money to waste"//
That's when ya enemies want to smile up in your face//
When you begin upping your papers, that's just the beginning of the race//
You just a nigga who's pro dick, while I'm a number 1 pro pick//
From the projects, from a hood where we all pro-tech//
And protect all and everything that we get or got//
You gotta cut me some slack, cause at times like this, my speech just secks, I mean sucks//
But for you fucks who i've been eying down//
Putting legs on your watches, in other words, times running out//
Like a Dalmatian that's spotless, in my hood ya sticking out//
So i'm gonna stop this and end ya flame, like putting cigarettes out//
It's cold in Va. and trust me, ya don't want the heat to come out//
Nigga i'ma fuck your bitch, and make her fuckin' teeth fall out//

This is off the top, no need to write it down//
I'm ghetto like writing my name on cement, before it hardens out/
I'm talking about nothing specific//
Mostly in digits, lastly into minutes

this bit was pretty wack no rhymin but rest was alrite

yo,
i thought this piece was tight for most of it...kinda fell off a bit during the second verse but then you got it back on track...nice drop though...

But for you fucks who i've been eying down//
Putting legs on your watches, in other words, times running out//

i like those lines the best...clever dog...
Stay up!

Peace

For Fgee, dogg, you don't have to rhyme every other verse kid. It ain't a poem, it's a spit... it's off the top of my dome son. I can't make every line rhyme, I ain't Dr. Seuss. Everyone else, thanks for the comments... to y'all other cats, STOP SLEEPIN'!

jadakiss biter. cop ur own flow. niggas rockin other shit.where u at? pvc got u shook niggas movi out to the burbs i done killed ur career with that fuck enigmatic/assasin joint. its over give it up. see me when u see me