Ay yo,
I spit so sick so fast//
Like a bike with no seat all in yo ass//
I make shit last, bypast into a polaric stash//
Da name is quik//
cuz i flip da script//
I'll sweep ya off yo feet and make u do a backflip//
C niggas call me Nightmare//
cuz i kill u while u sleep//
My thoughts so deep//
so real
and i pack my steel//
Got my glock nine//
makin niggas stop on dymes//
like stop signs//

One to prove my point...

Blah blah blah muthafuckin BLAH!!!!!!!!!!!......regurgitated 90s gangsta rap bullshit.....kid spit bout ya life bout shit u feel....or have opinions on....maybe somethin wit point and try to keep a constant flow of words....develop a rhyme scheme and work on other aspects of this shit .....Rhymin is an art kid....learn and elevate