fuck the bickering
straight up
body parts i'm littering
arms legs and heads
every little digit then
pen your obituary
played like pictionary
a visionary in a zone
oh my how we've grown
from chromosomes to chrome
talking all that jazz
as if you jerry sloan
atone and walk away
your starks
I'm doctor J
say RAY with Passion
not begging or asking
you just got served
by the 60 second Assassin


is it lady sno blood or snob lood,
not being rude but dude
you'll never get a W
rhymes is due boo
see i'm fly
you just got the flu
knew you were wrong
tag along brag along
put down the mic
stick to rocking thongs

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-