I kick sick spits...that release acidic saliva so when i rip this...reframe from gettin burnt from the liquid that covers licked lips//
Peform at high levels usin god as my witness...my sixth sense is mental fitness...like well fed HIV patients i'm full of sickness//
control your anger... when I spit bars like the solid holdin up a hanger...no stranger... danger-ous enough to raid a raider...finish product contains of strictly ashes cause the words of fire I wrote burned the paper//
I elevated beyond any level, to the point I practice Air-robics...to equal the sharpness you'd have to spit on the tip and direct rare throw picks//
Skillz beyond age i stage in a short verse 1/4 of a page...got more hard bars than a steel cage... not a fan of nintendo but come at you with primal rage//

just a lil warm up open mic to get me back in this
OUT

short and descent, I liked it...
Yeah man, this was pretty tight...
"my sixth sense is mental fitness...like well fed HIV patients i'm full of sickness..."<-- yeah I'm feeling the wordplay on this...
the rhymes were good, thought the flow was just a bit off...
keep spittin' dawg... peace

yeah bro that was the illest line in the spit... shit was tight, I like your style, but you still gotta work on keepin your flow fairly constant throughout... unless your like me and it works to the specific beat.. but still it was good..