The knowledge I pass when spittin is necessary and vital,
but why do i feel like RB.com is fuckin american idol?
You got the judge niggas who talk shit but couldnt back it up
and on the mic they lookin desperate so they get smackded up
Im new to this shit, simply typin aint doin me justice
My raps is true, and i do it for real, dont try to touch this
Its frustratin- to get critiqued and niggas aint heard me
they only seen the words and already they wanna disern me
blazin on the mic, but the mic is just a phone,
a phone for wack emcees who cant find they way home
so they type the keys and get responses, from you and me
but the blind cant teach the blind cause so tell me who the fuck are we

its short, but so is your penis...

just playing RB.com, you know i love you

^^lol

i liked this piece... make it longer next time though... keep rhymin

the shit was hard. it was on some real type shit

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"Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up
or eat you from the inside and hollow you up."- Beanie Sigel

"Stare gun in face
heart flutters dawg it's startin to race
stuck in my place
nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
death right around the corner soon as the gauge exsplode"- Me