I got metaphors galore like sores on the whores in a xxx store/

I tried being humble by not sayin a word/

But niggas here sleepin and I only hear from one third/

I tried spittin knowledge and tried rippin out my heart/

But all I catch you is hittin that {x} my flow ended before it starts/

I'm the next best thing since spaghetti and meatballs/

I'll have ya minds flyin like rollercoasters and freefalls/

So pick up your glasses and jus read the letters/

I'm not spittin about big cars or berettas/

I'm spittin about that real shit that goes on in my life/

But if theres no action I know you dont wanna think twice/

Oh Bmack hes new screw you I wouldnt read his shit or even bother replyin to

But how am I supposed to grow without you/

Ya'll criticism defines me and what I do/

So jus a little note to those who is snoring/

Rhymes and Reality really isnt boring/

If you got a brain two eyes and fingers/

You too can pick up a keyboard reply before you let it linger/

So please hit me off at least one more time/

Cause Bmack aint goin nowhere the open mic is mine/

This was preety ILL

DAMN SON YOU RIPPED THE SHIT