Just rhyming here... check it!

Yo with these tactics, I hand raw lyric visions,
spit more graphic than banned from television,
while most lacking the balls to stop my diction,
fuck admission, fuck restriction...
Got y'all wanting all commercial,
cause y'all know it’s controversial,
that someone like me could hurt y’all...
claiming the though is banned, off limits,
but you think I give a damm, I cough lyrics,
wit a plan to crush spirits,
hope you fear it, when you hear it, as I spit it...
let me teach you how to bite your tongue,
yo let me tell you man the song’s been sung,
it’s bout done, that means it’s your turn,
but you ain’t got the breath in your lungs,
the shit burns, doesn’t it?
You see that line, that’s what you get when you cross it,
so from here it really doesn’t…
matter what you blabber, chitter-chatter,
all I hear is jibber-jabber...
all I hear is pointless bullshit, worthless dull shit,
what you hear from me is full clips…
of these rhymes unloading,
and verbal bombs exploding,
have me reloading... these hectic rounds,
with verses longer than epics now…
You see I’m inflicting fear,
making it crystalline clear…
the illest shit you’ve ever heard or seen,
since Nasty Nas released his first LP,
I bet you feel the worst envy,
exposed to what my thirst conceived...

Yo Y’all wanna stop now, come on clowns,
y’all bound to skip town, soon as I fucking hit ground…
within this settlement, y’all sentimental gentlemen,
can’t fuck with my adrenaline... pumped lyrics,
severing weak spirits, in less then six minutes…
minus 300 seconds, see it just takes one clock rotation,
to stop that fabrication of whack rap implantations,
like fake titties, you got that silicone rap, my shit’s meaty,
I spit it gritty, and pity your shitty rap,
faker than Pam’s rack, I’m back on the attack,
y’all mothafukers get back, or vest up,
cause yo I’m spitting slugs with this rap...
and I’m aiming your direction,
think you standing with protection,
you gon’ still feel penetration…
through your vest with my tek-nine,
make you regret to test mine,
dawg I expect your best rhymes,
I don’ erases that straight line…
I know you talking this and that,
but can’t ever say you think I’m whack...
and mean it in your heart of hearts,
I know it’s hard to start accepting the truth,
cause with this art of rap I’m not expecting to lose…

peace