yo i gots ill skills when i lay my shit
my mouth shootin bullets when i spit
i cud spit a clip, and rip yall scripts
crack ya hips, like dorito chips
lay back and get ripped, gettin blitzed
i got so ill, i had to goto a clinic

my carrer aint finished, u gettin dimineshed
get squished like spinich, while i lay back gettin rich
stand still and get lynched, yo punches like a pinch
i'm jus heatin up like valcanic ash, and a 3rd degree rash
mash yo ass, lite u up like a can of gas, and i'ma laugh

its a different case, when i win with no trace
i cant help it when u cant keep up tha pace
u blind like u was shot wit bear maze
leave u in a blind daze, u in a delusional phase
bein beatin by my lyrical heat waves
u mine like in those slavery days
keep u prisoned up like u was in a cage

i'ma end my spit by shiften a quik disc
and leave tha stage in a magical mist
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feedback, jus some freestyle blah blah blah.