Yo he ain't learned, from the 18th letter, that sneaks like a Beretta,
But holes in ya cheddar,
Not talkin' swiss, let the lyrical bullets hit, inside ya melon,
Ain't no telling, nobody yellin', been dope, since threes times a felon,
Claiming he got magic, ya **** is tragic,
Say you spit like Nas?,
You just flapping ya jaws, you ain't got the illest rhymes,
Been breakin' through time cuz I'm,
Reppin' the mic, like how it's supposed to be, you to me,
Is like a blunt, to a Doobie,
Smoke ya down,
Now ya checked in, six feet in the ground, now all come gather around,
And witness, the magnificent,
Make em beg like in a repentance,
But I dont forgive,
I live and let live, this broke kid, ain't never seen a record deal,
Like a pig that squeal, all talks turn bluff, when the **** gets real,
Ya know the deal,
Put that mic down, unless ya wanna get clowned,
All gains with no down, touchdown, in any part of ya neighborhood, giving ya mom's that extra heavy wood,
Get it understood,
Rhymes colder than Iceland, and the Rolex that sits on my hand,
Sittin' below negative zero, marked like Zorro, my hood is thorough,
We peeped ya rhymes, they couldn't hit, even if a ****** was fit, all ****,
The crowds is amped up, watch me clap up,
Emcees with ease, given with the deadliest disease,
Ain't no cure for this remedy, my enemy, shoot me I'll emerge in another energy, the synergy,
Is present, when ya test God, the fools grow hesitant,
Say you running the track, well I can see that, you placed last,
Not to fast, the blade caught ya with no ****, minus the cash,
I don't need money to flash, I get pass, in every girl, show me they ***,
Ill leave ya brains spinning like Taz,
The flows Alcatraz, bombing in Baghdad, dropping rhymes you on you fakers, y'all never had,
The skills to possess, demon infest, once the mic checks,
Dimmed the light, and watch me gain respect, that shoots like a tech,
I'm random as the lotto, number I'll be rapping, til I'm in the slumber,
