Keystyle....


The night is right, I might just fight with ice and lights,
How much is BloodHound worth, well the price is right,
If you said one hundred grand then ya times it twice,
Then minus like, ninety five or nine grand, cuz im just like,
Broke as fuck and you know this stuff, and find this right,
Face the facts, ever since Ma$e is back im twice as nice,
Hold fo-fifth, but I still throw quick, and my ryhmes alike,
Aline just right, and shine as bright as a blindless light,
Mindless lines, so take it back and just rewind the time,
Till the bullets put themselves back in and recline the spine,
Designed to ryhme, but dyin to die and still tryin to try,
Like I was just dying to live but I was just lyin to my,
Self... When I speak on the beat I excrete all the heat,
Defeat all of the weak Emcees that are tryin to fight,
............Why the fuck you even tryin to try?..............
This fuckers livin a lie, im willin to try, to kill any guy,
Who thinks that he nice, takin your ice, my agility might,
Fly through the roof, lighten the blow? heighten to bruise,
"I think he might shoot, shit yeah man i think that he might"
Sylables nice... see that wrist of mine, well i filled it with ice,
Buy my cd, cashier might just be me and im billin ya twice,
Ya feelin me right? Conceal me a knife, reveal me a glock,
Cut me...... jump me.... shoot me... and i heal on the spot,

CHYEAH