Lass couple bars was introducing a song that i'm in the middle of writing..i'll post it up in audio when finished. HoLLa

Recognize i'm non-stop till i stop flippin tactikz of Hip-Hop rippin an emcee wit ease from each pop of the beat, body heat lands at my feet from defeat/
I count back to the dayz of my young MC felloship/
Rememberin' wayz of attack upon these vetz intelligence/
Excelled and Rebelled my skillz, fulfilled my mind i hold wut lyrikz these katz lack/
I got more tracks on my back than my mp3 anti-skip/
rippin skins like chapped lips listenin to bitches that can't spit/
Take anuther shot on spot to top this style/
warning spit exits lips of a deadly lyrikal vile/
Here i go the lyrikal technician like a physician crackin backs wit these wordz that i'm spittin/
Glinch to lynch difference of my disses is makin head and neck from ur body missin'/
Contain extreme volumes causin audio distortions artists sit back as verse obsorbtionists jackin for lyrikz/
Not only that but the look of my appearence/
I'm optically known if you see me you know me and if ur tryin to be me then get ya act right and blow me/

Definition, Recognize times are tough i commit to rhymes and mixin beats wit lyrikal street love/
Complete Leaps, recognize the quote " We are the Streets" as we pop-lock on strips and corners of concrete/ HoLLa