I seen ur verse like last week, I just didn't get around to posting nothing. I'm in the process of moving out, but anyway..fukk it
this is sum additional food for thought, minus the bistro/ DO THE MATH
you RUSSIAN MORE PUNCHES than VITALY KLITSCHKO

/ you should've
taken your time, like you was stealing your watch/ cuzz
this is only the PRELUDE, your EXODUS is the plot/ progress is my past time
I reminisce on the future/ i'm done TAKING OUT LITTLE PUPS
I'd rather let COURT DOG shoot ya

/ but
MY, gun is the truth
the bullets, SHOOT FROM THE HIP/ and
I DON'T WAIST SHOTS, thats why I keep a FULL CLIP/ and
as you can see, i'm fond of weapons/ so many nigguhs on my dikk
that my John's a Legend

/ so, of course you're a fan, and
since you forcing my hand/ you getting raped, like what Europeans did to Africa's natural resources and land/ you were MISLED
thinking my cd underachieved

/ cuzz I got a HEAVY BUZZ
like I smoke PHILOSOPHICAL WEED/ pro Black as ever
ask Fred Hampton's son/ Hannibal Afrik gave me his blessing
Dr. Khalid told me to stick to my guns

/ while you carpooling on coat tails
which is so pathetic/ you ain't paid your dues
how am I s'posed to give you some credit ?/ you gone make me ARREST YOUR DEVELOPMENT
imprison your SPEECH/ and when I raise my hand, I ain't seeking permission to speak/ you'd better
duck down like Buck Shot, or catch a buck shot/ you never ducked cops, you was probably
concieved at a truck stop/ so what the blood clot, W.I.Z.E. start the embalming man
I'm so dope, I MENTOR ADDICTIONS with the palm of my hand/ and tell'em
I will PAY HIM A VISIT like ED MCMAHON/ and
don't think I won't come to your crib, and give you the opportunity to finally collab with Scrib (R.I.P.)
Propanda I told you to stay out of grown folks shiit
but you like an illiterate porno star, you couldn't STICK TO THE SCRIPT/ and
heres the irony about your persona/ atleast you KEEPING IT REAL
because your name ISN'T A MISNOMER/ I'll have you burning in effigy
concerning my legacy/ funny how 4 bars made admiration
turn into jealously/ you already knew the outcome, battling a vet
I got a deal coming soon, you still collabing in text/ look above your door
and tell me what letters you see/ with all them FLAT LINES, nigguh
you one step ahead of me/ in all honesty, I dissed you just for the hell of it
throw in towel, you should've asked your trainer to settle this
you getting stabbed over the net like Monica Seles/ cuzz I cum sick
like them Tuskeegee experiment fellas..haha