SPIKE WROTE:


aight yo,yo, im here and spitin first ta give this bitch a chance//
shake ya off the richter nigga, my games to advanced//
this is your last dance with the devil in the moonlight//
i flow tight, reap the aftermath of what a sonicbooms like//
i consume life, destroy those who asume they rhyme tight//
recite nice, my words weakin ya ass, they kryptonite//
ya da remains a the day, i bring pain in a major//
fighting spike? dont wager...PRAY!//
i flex complex, flow for many days//
reject clichés, but bomb like the next Tim McVeigh//
when i convey i spray decay with every breath//
tonight i'll shorten ya life as you face an imminent death//
tounge bayonet, sharp and aimed at ya chest//
i suggest when you step, that you wear a flak vest//
im possed, gut you till only ya ribcages is left//
conversational roullet, where every chambers a threat//
you awake in a cold sweat, no doubt your down for the count//
practice.... my son you'll need an infinate amount//
so dont rock me, the mic Rocky, the death jockey//
murdered by suffocation says your autopsy//
you have no chance whatsoever, son you'll never be clever//
you've been butchered A.K.A. dismembered and severed//
in front of your eyes passes your demise//
only evidence of our battle is where your chalk outline lies//24-END

YOUR TURN KNOW BIG APE DROP YOUR SHIT NIGGA.