I spit what I can, whethers its Rimes like LeAnne,Since hop-hops been murdered by wack rappers hands. But I believe is slowly dyin and we need the doctors like Dre to give it a miracle Jesus rising. As I sit here and rhyme I sit here and think, will I be mad famous and have more ice than a skating rink? Cuz my rhymes is more dirty than the south, and you couldn't spit what I spit with saliva in ya mouth. I got more cash than Johnny, to hip-hop I can be the newest addition like Ralph, Bobby, Mike and Ronnie. I admit you a problem and I can solve ya. Cuz your words is more faker than a fiction novel. My rhymes is so sick like Ne-yo, mess wit me I'll put a scar on ya face like Al pacino. I should've known my rhymes was this dope from the start, and I'm a producer with more beats than a heart. You know what the hell really irks me man? Fake ass dudes in the streets man. They say they mad hood but don't be in the streets man. They say they mad thorough and don't stay with the heat man. You know what the hell really irks me the most man? They think they Ren or Stimpy but they don't roll with the toast man. They catch a case and snitch on they whole damn hood man. They rather be like Sting and just roll with the Police man.

Author: Fortune565

Keywords: freestylin Rappin

Added: September 7, 2008

Posted on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 13:45:03 -0700 at http://youtube.com/?v=P5DR_oB9cII
Author: rss@youtube.com (Fortune565)