Callin all mc's/my dogs of all pedigrees and creeds/ Some so fresh so clean/ others grimy/ all the bitches can get behind me/ Move out the way/ this goes out to my dearly departed ganstas/ those who think they the hardest/ those not missin the targets/ close or long distance/ don't put up resistance/ cus the flows enter yo brain like subliminial messages/ now your brain washed like prisoners of war/ or catz in the rap biz for the money makin less than more/It's pettiful how industry niggas get robbed/ I probably could make more without a job/ sitting back collectin welfare checks/while you got excessive hair on yo neck and can't get it cut off/ rollin to the barber shop to pick up men/fronting rollin in actin like you sellin Tims/Talkin bout yaw wanna play ball tommorow/ They ain't lookin for a nuttybuddy/ they want peace of mind/they on the grind/intertwined between good and evil/ trying to get 23's put on the Regal/legally/It's hard to grow without sellin yo soul just to make some doe Ya know/

aight heres the reply of an asshole critic....that shit was wackness yo...why did you even post it in here...work on your shit...try some complexity in your rhymes and your rhyme scheme needs work...fuck all of it does...but then agin im just an asshole namsayin....keep elevatin yo...wahid