My boy that I met on D2 wrote this shit, he used to be mad into big L and Vakill, I lost touch with him, but I found this on my computer from like 3 years ago and the shit is fire:

@ All h8rs, flame on. (straight copy n paste, don't get mad at the mispellings)

most battlers know i set the bar for calibur flows
im a hungry cat, eat a whole platter of those
weak mcs who geek to fluid, i keep it unique n fluent
your favorite rapper tryna peep my music
find me a beat and let my speech abuse it
put ya ear to the tweet, let it seap into it
get deep into it, find a way to get ya feet into it
shake ya hips take a sip and get ya freaks to do it
please just take a peep, no need to choose it
it aint to deep but its sleek to move with
hit tha bank, 25-k n' cop shades to cruise with
got a fat stack of tools, a 3-8 i bruise with
if you cats act a fool, i wont hesistate to use it
and if you get up in my face then i may just lose it
let the guage hit ya brain and watch the way it oozes
scarface, i aint the type of mang ta fool with
i keep it bleek, streets know the type of slang im usin
understand we aint the same, i aint a loser
dont play the game im the coach, i came to choose em
keep these kids on their knees, say i rule them



keep the gats on low
keep the scopes candid
keep the raps on tote
keep the flow rancid

dont keep my cash on hold
I keep the toes taggin
all these faggots know
I rule the whole planet



cats timid cause i limit the food chain
came out so bitch i thought ya gimick was poon tang
ya got alot of effort but you shouldnt give it the full thang
slip in the clips, hit em we aint lettin em pull flames
dont let me ready berretas, ya get ya cheddy n' jewels claimed
keep ya hands steady i let these gats empty in full frames
leave ya body smokin wherever the tools aimed, eject em
let em get in this fools brain, dont ever mention this dudes name
speakin more murder methods than a session of Clue games
ya grew up, you outta the huggies no more gerber n' stool train
you still a bitch at heart, still hear you murmur ya crews name
stick the part, you broke kid still tryna hustl for loose change
this kid still struggle tryin to bubble and boost fame
im hittin top shelf bitches you still fuckin with used dames
i thought i tried to tell him, but fuck it this dudes lame
in the club buggin, cats tuck in like Debo lookin for Pooh's chain
these bitches love it, lookin to get dug in tuggin at Supe's cape
and all these old emcees sayin im new stay adjustin they toupees
i break any law, i aint the type to abide by the rules made
i drive drunk smokin blunts with a trunk full of pure cane



dont keep my cash on hold
I keep the toes taggin
all these faggots know
I rule the whole planet

speakin more murder methods than a session of Clue games

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in the club buggin, cats tuck in like Debo lookin for Pooh's chain

awesome lines