Yo,Across prose readings,
my style is feeding slums,
beats heat the streets,
i spit that poison from the tongue,
like the bullet of a gun,
images dawning as if i light like the sun,
public enemy number one,
just a rap rebbel with 100 scores to settle,
a page of implicit meaning proves my mettle,
the message,braille vision,
a sudden cause for emission,
as i release the beast,
the pages are written in ink,
wet fluid sinks into the paper as i drink,
a bottle of deep blue,death,heaven,
matrimony,im only wedded to lyrics embedded,
all credit to the effirt that leaves yall guessing.

Yo started off nice with good wordplay and structure, overall nice flow and fit together

Across prose readings,
my style is feeding slums,
beats heat the streets,
i spit that poison from the tongue