***In Poetic Style***

INTRO

like jordan in his day or labron in these times/
im the type of cat that produce, scratch and rhyme/

writin was my first love, but it wasnt ment to be/
cuz i got a hold of fruity loops version 2.3/

now that obsession was a blessin but it didnt last too long/
soon i learned by magic how to mix song into song/

there arnt many with all these talents, but if so i'd like to see some/
cuz i could use some more skills to add on my mean ass threesome

LOL .... BUT FOR REAL THOUGH

When I step on the track move back my shit is deadly/
ya come against me ya betta be locked loaded and ready\
im holdin a mashedi--but bring ya firearms on\
lyrics strong like a zorro and smooth like a don juan//
so with two turntables and a micraphone/
i say fuck the studio i make beats at home/
step against me and ima beat ya homes//
my beats like a whole fleet of combs/
get into nappy domes --and they straighten shit out/
so while they runnin through ya head they make ya scream and shout//
my turntable fables like ninja turtles part one\
wax on wax off cuts in between and im done/


i havent been to rb in a long while....its nice to be back .. HOLLA

i liked your verses the structure was good
but this really let you down "my beats like a whole fleet of combs"
return tha favour if you see any of my shit