>If this earth was mine I'd charge a grand a pill
>Just to make cats think for a second and just chill
>This is just my two cents
>Comin straight outta LA...From my last know residence
>Now let the ink spill


Standstill...verbs aimed for head kills
make'ah mess quick, soon'yah worth nothin'like ripped bills...
sick skills, twist grills on weak builds
betta improve yah'self or face death for real
i'ma monster...warrior poet on page pom-pus
athletic wit'ah notepad, the games con-quered...
breathe honor from'da flame in my lungs
it ain't nothin' to write you'ah casket when i'm done
verbally hung...phoneticly i move like i'm chosen
syllable sprint thru bars once the rhythmn has spoken
i'm spittin' you open, 16's on mics are vicious
textstyles are the same 'xcept you readin' the illness...

i'm not one to jazz wit...'ah freelance bully
five eleven wordsmith xboxed-n-hoodied
love games, love'da block, and i needs my pussy
emcee to'da bone-n-I rep mines fully...