listen here now bitch,
i just dont give a shit,
u tryin to act hard with these week lyrics u spit,
u try to diss me but thats all u come up with,
man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,
trying to come at me...homie i wish u would,
u sittin over there actin all tught and shit,
imma rip u apart bit by bit,
u say i dont want no beef,
man fuck that imma leave u in bisbelife,
cause this shit right here aint no game,
ur style fuckin sounds all the same,
bitch u cant even keep a beat,
your flow is wack and mine is concrete,
bitch come on and come at me with your weak as
rhymes,if ive told u once i told u a thousand times,
im the shit when it comes to the lyrics i spit,
im the dopest and this and its time to admit,
trin to tell me get my game up,
homie please...ur a fuckin screwup

24-7
of 211's, 187's
Sending niggas to heaven
from empty lips of Mak 11's
It's money apers
1 team and 40 papers
2 time onvited felon
from killing niggas for hating
I ain't wasting no slugs
I'm leaving thugs in tha mud
White shirts turn to blood
And money turns into drugs
But my flows have got tighter
My rings have got brighter
And tha dope that I'm pushing
Has even got whiter
I'm a street fighter
From fighting niggas in tha street
Gotta ompete to eat
Or lay you six feet deep
If you a thug nigga
Throw ya set in tha air
If you a thug nigga
Pak mo 9's than tha year
If you a thug nigga
Then show you don't are
But don't ask me for shit
I ain't gotta nough to spare

I stand my ground lyrically bound,
To a mic on my right arm aimin 2 impound,
Then next brotha that wishes ta speed bye,
Wavin' fake gang signs like he simply wavin' hi,
It makes me sick that all these wannabes wanna try,
To testify, I DENY!
Access to my tireless trainin',
As I work on the stage, style drainin',
All the methodical fools frontin' tools,
Screamin' they lay the law make the rules,
Yet they need mad PRACTICE!
TRACK THIS!
I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry sage,
Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz to turn the page,
You lock me in the cage, I JUST BUST YA GAUGE!
I've been work since the age of a juvenile,
Kickin' continuous hotbeats and phat style,
YET YOUR IN THIEF DENIAL!
Walkin' tall yet stolen profile,
And now your in Hell's court, time for the trial,
Your turn to be tested and bested,
Like I was before I rested,
And took on the brothaz on the current rap scence,
Kickin' madd whackness yet clockin' madd green,
I'VE COME TO REIGN SUPREME!!!
Bring forth my lyrical dream team,
DIVINE, MURDA, AND SCHEME!!
So don't forget to avoid the blink,
Stand wide-eyed and think,
Cause my gat reacts faster than your bat,
When its all over,
People will stand above and ask, who was that?
The insane mic rocka,
The fake b~tch stalka