when i spit rounds, its how i get down...//
i'ma purfect marksman/you worthless garbage better watch what i grip now...//

cuz wit the mic an the stand, i'll rip you to shreads...//
but i got your life in hand when my clips filled wit lead...//
i'm mic abus'n, everytime i step to the stage...//
you gon leave the cypha los'n, once i'm express'n my rage...//
leave you in depression for days, becuz i speak wit fists...//
express'n the ways, i come unique wit gift...//
cuz.............
none of y'all even touch'n my skill, i'm crush'n ya grill...//
sit back, laugh, an start clapp'n while i'm watch'n ya guts spill...//
i'm nuts for real, got the lust to kill...//
i'll run up to you an neck slice ya throat...//
now you just left for my tec to strike ya dome...//


lemme know what y'all think bout that lil keystyle....