i'll metamoriphically blind you, i jus spotted you\\
ya eyes wide open, without shit to say\\
ya thought you won the game, ya aint stayin in there bein true\\
i knock down the walls that block my future, when i write my shit i think of it that day\\
dont have time to think what i write, i jus write as i type\\
ya might think my shit aint ill kid, but in the past i feel the present\\
my shit is like an unborn baby, fresh and ripe\\
i gotta turn to my niggas, they the only ones whos independent\\
dont fuck with this shit, niggaz like me jus say eat a biscuit\\
this is the past present and future, yo this shit will murda ya\\
i hope ya ate ya wheaties, shit that better be all you had for breakfast\\
my rhymes are too ill, leavin ya stomach chirnin ya\\

jus some quick shit. let me know what yalls think