I run through a nigga to get my crime record jumpin
Niggas know its me, i got the drive by beat thumpin
The beat is bumpin, Cats is still unsure of my skills
By you all afraid to test me and see if im for real
Im the real deal, Not like fake niggas coppin feels
Eatin suckas in my battles like it was my last meal
Every time i go down town i stay strapped
Cuz them cops is rollin deep and i aint tryin to get wrapped
Fuck the bullshit a cop who can't press charges get slapped
Pull the whip on an off duty officer, he got clapped
Criminal instincts, im thinkin wit my balls and my peice
Cuz if you want it, clap you, blood is leakin out of your fleece
A motherfucker saw me do it, i don't but at least
I fled the crime scene before he fuckin called the police
I ran to the house and thought bout how i gave him the buisness
Came back to the crime scene and murdered every eye witness
Wit fiber glass wires and leather gloves no finger prints
No ones around to tell the story, thats the last day they spent

Feel it...Gimme Feed back...
99.9% of these niggas aint shit
And most of these niggas suck dick- Jeru the Damaja

hey man, i thought that was good. your flow was good, and your rhymes and punches was good. Just keep tryin to elevate the creativity. keep flowin