Ight...was eating...I'll spit now...

check it..


Relaxe-ya, set ya back to times where wicked-rhymes, weren't ILL//
*Smacks-Ya* like tired cheeks, where your wicked-crimes couldn't FILL//
I'm gonna bring it to you RAW, as my "noun" hammer Cracks-ya spine, like the action in a wicked-mime...causing a BILL for each mic I BLOW//
with every cannabis plant I GROW, there's a signature of my hydroponic FLOW//
Wanna go? I'll break you into puzzle shambles, ramble on like a crack-head CHILD//
Got two fists of titanium...now you're rhymes are smacked-dead and MILD
like Taco Bell SAUCE//
I employ niggas like you for slave work, And end up pimping out every BOSS//
Cause my rhymes are more immense and dangerous than LICE with MOSS//
Rearrange ya face with CLAWS and dig lyrical holes into your FACE
with the barrels of VOCAB//
Break you like weed, Strong like a Cocaine LACE, so GO-GRAB your recorder
and tape this shit...I'm SO-FAB like oldschool MASE.


Stupid crap...I have exams anyways... Peace.