check dis

second post an ima bout to switch up//
im rymin light, an ima still tear dis bitch up//
im sick of battlin weak emcees, half u bitaz//
da only way u spark heat is wen u flick up lightaz//

keep em comin

Every verse Nova's hittin//im spittin up winnins'//
lyrics snatchin souls, leavin bodies abandonin'//(abandoned)
u can murk one hundred emcees an get half of my standin's//
blowin catz off da map//i hold saran in my raps//so no wonder is a "wrap"(rap)

warmin up

some body stop dis//my rymes obnoxious//
cuz like free money everone rushin to cope dis//
my flows like ether and Nitrogliceren congregrated//
only time yah shit tight is wen u constipated//

comin,

Lyricly moppin floors wit opposin flows like janitors//
my flow bring more flammable matter den gas canisters//
defyin physics like lyrical magaicans//
wit smart desicions, im puttin "rap battles" in hard submissions//
graspin yah neck till u have ur experiences of "near death"//
drop da mi, hard starin as i depart wit cha breath// easy

Hold dat
second drop, sream at me, ~~1~~