Ai yo
Ima jus' spit a verse or somin

Fuckin round could get u boxed//
with a mic i spit like im in a tux//
A gentleman aint gat no time for haters//
though they got time for me//
Everybody gotta talk see//
Thats how it be//
The game aint gonna be easy//
That was the prophecy//
all i think about know is how i'ma make a gee//
so ure wastin ure tim tryin ta piss on me//
we should put our heads together combine the energy//
if u can kick it how bout u kick up a melody//
and if it's shit i'll be the fuckin remedy//
sweet as water yo aint no-one harmin T//
if you gonna front Dick, i'm stilla killa disease//
like MJ in fullmoon, puttin thriller on freeze//
i could go on forever on how u soft as the breeze//
while i b solid as a rock c'mon nigga please//
we both know a punk mc can get better//
all he gotta do is put work down to the letter//
develop a stlye man do it with a smile while//
searchin for dollers, who's the next number to dial//
i'll save it for know cos u done got a mile pile//
of my rhymes, hell, yall probably gonna need a file//
Till next time i drop it this here's how i rock it//
Jumpin,Shakin,Quakin, Breakin yo anticipation//
But ure happy know right, yeah ure past ure danger//
be good kid heres a little straw for ya manger//

Well dats me done your thoughts would be much appreciated.
peace out T_pound