YO know son im tired of fake ass motherfuckers and they fevel attempts to corner a market with they bullshit saying battling isnt a form.they is no guidlines to this ish but do what you love son i dont wave a banner starting war with commercializm then dont attack my home.SO you think you ill lets see what you cand do.

if you WATERbased you dry erased and tainted-
in this i cant picture you rappen if it was ECRILIC painted-
ILL?????you aint it-MY HEAT LEAVES your rhymes faded till you fainted-
bite my lines with old~timers you spit it ancient-
you never been-even to a has been-
battle me in a white hoodie and get lynched for biting off a clansman-
your lifes fabricated i RIP it for being quilted like BOUNTY napkins-
im the shit PERIOD....and i aint even on the rag-
no need to throw tags-
you get murdered for cock riding like RUPAUL in drag-
want bling-let's see what happens when guns give you a standing "o" clappen you with silver rings-
when i AIM what i realease-leave you deceased-leave you kevlar vest as a charm~in neck peace-
if you dissen the east-that will unleash-the rap beast-

resulting in your body left in a west coast KHAKI crease-
call your click-
call me sick-
long diatnace them cats you call crips-
tell them to grab they clips-
yeah they sport blue but you gang bang with police-

still wanna rhyme? why?
you wouldnt be herd underground if you were burried alive-
wanna son me but it wont happen tonight-or the next night-
you the type-that kille himself come back as a poltergeist-to prove he can ghostwrite-
on the mic i leave m.c.'s bewitched-
i dont wanna be like MIKE-
i wanna copywrite IKE-
and slap you like a bitch-
for ACTEen like i aint better then you but your reading the wrong SCRIPT-
im still LIVE somebody slipped-wasnt to be in the GAME there must of been a gliche-
if i put in PUNCHES and HOOKS your stuck and struck-
tell your producer to throw in the towel your careers washed up-
want the truth-i paid dues being dicked but the bad news is now your fucked.