.......im back.....an im better den ever.....


ok back wit it
writers block? 4get it
i was just gettin lazy
i admit it
i just ben thinkin....writin
so i can type it
den submit it
hope yall feel it
yall never called me shit
so hopefully im lagit
im so hood i cant 4get
so everyday i put on 4 it
niggaz die slow...but i kill quick
murrder lines
assassinatetor
of rhyms
an my haterz
an im da greatest of my time
naw...but im damn near close to it
an u dont realy c me wit my chain
mayb n a white-t an stone washed jeans
an rockin my air jordan fusions
an i am an illusion
isnt it confusin
on how im intruding
this thang wit no sirens
me is wat ur girlfriend eyein
an dick im supplyin
an she buyin
wat a customer, a consumer
an i consum her
send her back to u wit a tumor
its crazy how my words can lure ya
i can tour ya
a round my house
cant b a widow
cuz i never b a spouse
fuck her den tell her get out
of her own house
an u may handle dat flame
but i will douse
wit my spit
an take ur head an split
an my words jus go over it
like wat did he say?
was dat daidai?
dat cant b him
y cant it b me?
i question dem
dey question me
im such a blessing
like i was born with a sneeze
so fresh call me fabreeza
pinesol
dreams of my name n lights
thats all i saw
my name glittered
everybody hollaring it
so ima hack up a lugy
den spit
jus so da world can hear my music
my artistic mind, hope i never lose it
the game, i will never abuse it
just to have fame
but to taste it is my dream
wats ur wish
an dis is y daidai killing beats bitch!

dis y daidai killing beats bitch
dis how daidai killing beats bitch
yea im killing beats bitch
an let da track say....

ok im coming bak at cha
killing beats better den most rappers
yea me an my niggaz keep clappers
clap on clap off ur whole life
oops i mean lights
how silly of me
jus let me b
if im stupid
den my flow retarded
it rode the short bus way b4 special ed even started
like helen keller
im so special
but my rhyms r 2 a whole nother level
im so hot
like 10x da temp of an active volcanoe
or 5x more explisive than the big bang or wat will happen to our sun
if u thinkbim not den prove me wrong
take this instrumental an make a better song
cuz ever since "164 bars of greatness"
i been gettin better an i hapily state this
so read that then "failure"
den my "writers block prt. 1&2"
"something u forgot" rite after
call me master
wen u finish dis
cuz how my mind can b a blank
an still write great hits
how da fuck can he do dat
he a commander at rap
so wen u c me tip off ur hat
den salute
my raps pure 2 da ears
urs pollute
an good girls
can turn into bitches
dey become prositutes
turn dem into my hoes
look how fast i sell dem
but sellin out shows more quick
an dats y daidai killin beats bitch!!

an dats y daidai killin beats bitch
dis how i b killin beats bitch
yea im killin beats bitch
an da track say.....

ok im bac to holding the pen
so da paper feelin great
mater fact i nva let it go
so da paper feelin great times 8
like eryday
write me write me dats wat my words say
an dats wat i do
find a new beat to play
dont play wit ur food is wat my mama say
but i do it anyway
eat most of da beat
i jus leav da base

ok give me jus da base
jus like dis
lil emptyness
pass da dutchie take a hit
do u c my fully loaded clip
quickly i empty it
an i leav u like a nappy bitch
all ends split
bitch im get cake up
like an anorexit
lil nigga plz get ur wieght up
like a bulimic i throw up
hot lines
like were he get it from?
bitch my mind

1 of a kind
give me a beat
like eddie griffen i smash it
mom got us out da hood
but im still on my g shit
we both got big rooms, a driveway
u would think we livin gud
but i was starvin wen i wrote dis
i dont write 4 money but i hope my music gets us rich
an dats y daidai killin beats bitch...