Tru mc is back here/ n im goin 2 smoke a sac here/i track fear/ n i smell it on u its pusc/aw well its on u wusc/but ul go 2 hell if u push me/if u push c/deaths tru mystery.

sum wicked man,u got talent 4rm da top shelf datz so heavy,makes me feel lyk an elf/im hanging dwn by a thread/do u realy think im dead?i liv 2 redirect/which is y il ressurect....TO B CONTINUED.

Yol got skillz/ yol deserv da props/ even tho yol had sum minor flops/ yeah im da original fem c/ no1 can match me/ my rymes dnt end/ even wen my voice has fled. Peace yol!- a taste of MY skillz.

a deal/cuz i buck4 real/u s*ck u squeal/whn u c da heata/n mama i be a cheata/n ima move fast like a chetta/n i b da/best eva/im da best wetha/ u hate me or my chedda/ya fake like pleatha/so get baked im beta/

Yo i smile danger/ be screamin lyk who ths stranger/tv viewaz b thinkin it prime tym/hustlaz b thinkin its crime tym/but ths is jst rym tym/my flowz r hotter than hell/evn th devil has got a story 2 tell/ just luk at me n yell/coz i rym so well/

Thawish il giv u respect for u rhymes but i nvite u 2 nspect my lines n c my heat check my linez i even got a tech n mines bigga thn ur trigga how u figga u hot but not jigga take a swigga hen n c*m back n put sum heart n2 it

Spit precise-words n split-twice,ya nerves...close-2-da-heart/if wak-ass-ryme skilz dnt blass lyk nine milz,dnt post-a-remark/no flaw,flows raw...my descriptions ill/closest u thugs been 2 drugs,is a prescription pill/

new yorka iv`e got the flow dat makes wanna run iv`e got de kind of dat makes girls wanna c*m,when my rhymes shine thru like da sun,i destroy wack mc`s like u for fun,battling me increases the possibility of loosing and u are adding one,i coz cauos like i was da gun,u are half the man that iam so dont act like a man,coz u will get killed son

All u do son is run on n on/ writin down lines frm my old songs/ niga hates me cuz im da bomb/ blow up n ul all b gone /u study my lines/ copy my old n put it n ur rhymes/ i dont even got 2 write 2 dead u dont nd a lite heres a blade leave u red u /pusc on a period.

Aint none of yo'll catz matching my status/my skill is lyk wreckless fat kids and candy i'm breaking wrappers(rappers)/i'm lyk aids infect blood in ur veins my flow is sick/dnt try battling me cuz i'm lyk mcdonalds drive thru u'll get served quick/

Its True That Ya Can Rhyme.. But Yu Aint CLOSE-MAN, I'm HOT Leave u TOAST-MAN/ Ima Raise The Heat Too Ya'l Like Puttin You In A SAUCE-PAN/ Your No Champ And Its Official That Ya'l BELOW RANKS!/ You Know I'm Dropping The Big BOMBS Dat'l BLOW-TANKS/ Raw's Ona Mission And My FLOWZ AMPED./ But *Ya'l Don't Deliver* Like A LETTER With NO-STAMP/

This Aint The Tupac Track, But Ima Hit U Up-Wiv Da Greatest Punch// Yal Cant Be Serious Cuz U'll Get Ate-For Lunch/ You Bunch Of Chumpz U Know Im Real.. And Comin Fully Packed With-Flow/ After I'v Hit Your A Bit Sore.. Come Bak Wi Somet Original, You Sound Like Spit Frauds/

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Thawish is bak a.k.a rajwish/il put u a trash/yo rap is wat i cal a crush/coz u statin rapin was jst an accident/u is a fake m.c want som beef wit me i bring u a cow.

All yall mc's got skllz,and has bad as this fells,l getter tell the tr