+murfyness
Sit back and relax as i hit you with a bumper Jack
ya rhymes is wack make like a match and strike
as ya set ya self on Fire
ya just need to retire take notes from the Sire
Master of this Craft ill stay in ya *** like Shaft
Serious glare and no Smiles ya Styles
nothin' but a pity beat you til you silly
Grimace lookin' muthaphukka talkin' loud and hard
like you this and that
but we know you sweet as a kitkat
i despise chitchat and emcees that think that
they got the Hype
and your right your hype and unsigned
for a reason but im leavin' emcees not breathin'
steppin' into the battle field watch me demise in less
than 1 second to go with is like eternity
no chance to escape hell in a cell
im the Undertaker
bury you alive with no remorse check my source
i been credited before i was credited
ya style edited
must be walkin' with water under ya feet
cuz ya slippin' set trippin' got a mack if ya start lippin'
slam ya harder than Kemp combined with Pippen
only shots ya takin' is jump shots
ya lil ***** boy who emulated the hood
wanna be heard so bad ??? but no good
shamin' this beat with ya Elementary Lingo
come up with to me is like a Mastiff to a Poodle
Droolin' i come with the Roughest
prepare for the Slayin'
Shut ya Trap so What cha Sayin????


Check the poetry im full of prodigy
Fantasy witha touch of reality
Who can write it better than me
By the time they catch me
Ill be in another dimension
Youll be in detention Once the skools on session
Pack wisdom like bullets in
A Smith n Wesson wait for ejection
Of rounds knocking out clowns
Before the bell of the first round
Round and round
Ya head goes cuz you couldn't comprehend my death blows
Slow ya role like going backwards
My poetry and skills are mastered
No witches or board crafts
Are made here everything i made came from front to rear
Nope i dont have no fear i know the spirits is here
Good vs Evil you choose with sides
You wanna reside
Is it sell my soul and let my heart grow cold
Or stand with fire n let my soul glow
Against the evils that be
In the sneaky industry
Dusty raps get slapped back
My guns be aim at?
These devils trying to sell me out
So **** all that poise and noise
Cuz i aint down with slayin'
Peace to the rebels like me
So what u sayin???