short verse

[u-turn]

Sittin sideways gainst the door
Mud on the floor, hits off the wall,
Now watch as I drift closer n closer
Till we're connected like Moses,
Off that bubonic of course
Costs nothing, that chronic to I brought,
So here I go fo real
Watch the flow kill,
The flow'll hit it where it hurts
With a fair mount of slur,
Hittin the first broad I see in the club
And she like stop spittin its too much,
Blowing the cuban smoke
While the rubins killin my throat

[Cappah]

That was bringin it back to tha illmatic shit right there nice Dog.

[GuardianOne]

It was simple and short. I suppose you were busting

Peace
PS: Keep posting

[Ebo]

It's nice on paper, how do you think it would sound over a beat?

peace

[u-turn]

if on beat, I'd massacre anything with my voice. honestly. plus I have no mic