a style thats free,never smile at me.....
i spit violently,you rip silently.....
slow motion like a mile a week.....
speak like a child thats three.....
my identity is secret,thats how i keep it....
so peep tha weakness,in side ya weakest...
they rhyme ya speechless.....
they drain tha funds like leeches....
at a podium standin tall givin speeches.....
no more fuckin,in tha bleechers.....
they cant reach us,without equipment.....
my rhymes like cocaine,send a shipment...
people buy it,like new drugs they like to try it....
no more acid,still im fryin,feel im flyin....
my thoughts are lyin,my words are cryin....
admiration in this world,will stab you waitin.....
while ya girl just stands there hatin....
there ya go jekyll,a legitimate title,now stop hatin on my pieces and colsin them hoes down,thats throwed kid.~1~