.Fuckin' Loco.

[Enigmatic]

This is off the top, no need to write it down//
I'm ghetto like writing my name on cement, before it hardens out/
I'm talking about nothing specific//
Mostly in digits, lastly into minutes//
I always come hard into women//
Every other rhyme, I keep heads spinning//
When I'm on the grind and flowin', i'm out of my mind//
I'll find a safe way to creep on ya, from far from behind//
I stay on top like I'm crazy glued to the number one sign//
Face it, don't dodge it like the matrix//
Stay awake like no doze and black coffee, shit's tasteless//
Rearrange it, the flow is way beyond human thinking//
You won't get it until you talking to your grandchildren in there places//
E give deep thoughts, like thinking in the basement//
Feeling what I spark, could ignite future generations//
I'm on it, yup, on a whole other level//
Niggas close they eyes for my instructs with mentals//

(Take A Breath to Reload)

Ya bitch asses should be grateful just to talk to me//
I'm hot, a jalapeno, your flows are down in the deep blue sea//
I came from living out of a hole two other 2 g's//
So I stayed on my knees, begging god for release//
Please believe I came up out the dirt//
Rolling up my sleeves, so I won't get dirty from work//
My boss was a jerk, the day I quit I just smirked//
Knowing one day I'm gonna let him know how it feels to be hurt//
Came back 2 years later just to buy the fuckin' place//
But told the dick, "ah, fuck it, I don't got money to waste"//
That's when ya enemies want to smile up in your face//
When you begin upping your papers, that's just the beginning of the race//
You just a nigga who's pro dick, while I'm a number 1 pro pick//
From the projects, from a hood where we all pro-tech//
And protect all and everything that we get or got//
You gotta cut me some slack, cause at times like this, my speech just secks, I mean sucks//
But for you fucks who i've been eying down//
Putting legs on your watches, in other words, times running out//
Like a Dalmatian that's spotless, in my hood ya sticking out//
So i'm gonna stop this and end ya flame, like putting cigarettes out//
It's cold in Va. and trust me, ya don't want the heat to come out//
Nigga i'ma fuck your bitch, and make her fuckin' teeth fall out//

[f-gee]

This is off the top, no need to write it down//
I'm ghetto like writing my name on cement, before it hardens out/
I'm talking about nothing specific//
Mostly in digits, lastly into minutes

this bit was pretty wack no rhymin but rest was alrite

[Low Key]

yo,
i thought this piece was tight for most of it...kinda fell off a bit during the second verse but then you got it back on track...nice drop though...

But for you fucks who i've been eying down//
Putting legs on your watches, in other words, times running out//

i like those lines the best...clever dog...
Stay up!

Peace

[Enigmatic]

For Fgee, dogg, you don't have to rhyme every other verse kid. It ain't a poem, it's a spit... it's off the top of my dome son. I can't make every line rhyme, I ain't Dr. Seuss. Everyone else, thanks for the comments... to y'all other cats, STOP SLEEPIN'!

[lastpoet703]

jadakiss biter. cop ur own flow. niggas rockin other shit.where u at? pvc got u shook niggas movi out to the burbs i done killed ur career with that fuck enigmatic/assasin joint. its over give it up. see me when u see me

[Enigmatic]

Nah kid... who the fuck are you, LastPoet? You come outta no where tryin' to start some beef and shit son. You don't know who you fuckin' with. Stay out my posts, and keep my name out your mouth nigga.