this thread is dead without rhymes from cameos head
so ill let it shed and all across yall spread

Im spittin shit hot enough to make Lucifer break a sweat//

arkatk dont u mean 'arcitech'? shit u need to 'protect ya neck' like 'inspectah deck', u could spit for '60 minutes' n not b 'hot' like 'funk flex'/////

defeatin me ya tracks i won't let it/
your pethetic, like people in theaters stayin to watch da credits/

wtf type of lame shit is that? ya eyes must b glazed ova like a kitten wit 'Cateract'///

i got a rhyme flow that would glow whitter that snow
but if you live to see it your vision will go

WhY StOp HeRe WhEn EvEr So ClEaR sO sMoOtH sTraIgHt SoRe To ThE eAr

ya wack homie n i'm speakin this shit truthfully, u jes an animated emcee 'Mr Men'! like daffie donald n goofy...

u could spit 'flames' n still not 'incarcerate' shit,
i'll roll u up n 'drag-on' yo ass till theres nuttin left to hit...

some dicks try to fuck, while othas try to hate/
but fakes see wakes,and end up wit messy shirts like babys and cake/

a hand to hand combat battlen' man
one says oh the other says damn

worst than blunts weed and xtacy,lookin at hypnotic sayin finish da rest of me/
u hurt gettin merced, there goes my fuckin recipe/

all u bitches be getting taught how to rap by me
u've never seen someone rap so freely
all u fine ass ho's be feeling me
im hot property and u'll want to be stealin me

i skip to da next track burned on a bootleger cd/
ya'll niccas stuck on tapes,lookin for certian spots still rewinding/