The flames torch wickedly leavin you scolded
must be the reason why you tripped, turned and then bolted
cos to me, your silence is golden
but the gold is over, check the new shit rocking your shoulder
platnum, not the gold, silver or bronze one,
droppin lyrical bombs everytime i hit the mic son,
styles generic? man, what the hell is that
i'll make your back crack every time you sayin 'who the hell that?'
you better realise you whack, dopey, whimpy guys
cos i scrutinise these lyrical styles i despise,
check the look in my eyes, the lightning bolts gon be fatal,
like elbows on the table, that the way yo momma raised you?
cos steppin to me is a major mistake you see,
the weaponary is not alien to me,
it's second nature, i'm slayin animals like a damn ranger,
cos aint no tellin when you battle me how far i'll take ya,
there's one thing i tell you before you meet your maker,
listen to the song boy and shake what your momma gave ya,
because your whack, and yo ass so fat,
it ain't no wonder when i finished with you u layin on yo back

i know the guys on this board are tight, i read the stuff! i just started out, so let me know if i got ANYTHIN goin for me. we only a small crew of five, me and my boys, and we just tryin this as a hobby.

please don't cuss out though guys, contructive criticism, just wanna know what the 'pros' think... lol

peace, one

plat

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