[FLOOR LINED]

I write in spite of me, a message urgent for you.
Dwight Howard like dunks with speed relative to Iverson.
In person, I ain't say shit to yo' face,
but spent on the net, the ways I spit about race.
Rappers be talkin mad shit about this and that.
Nigga fuck dat. I rap at my own pace,
in the space seen and mapped by the previous
sucka emcees straight draining spleens & slappin daps.
Whack ass mandates passed by the government
passed by mad ass mothafuckas dubbed by your tongue.
Ain't dentin' shit when you thought was a head shot.
My shit spot on, bought and paid for by the people.
Ain't got a vote yet they say I am legal.
Status as rapped fuss smacking you ass back
to the old days…
when we creepin up on yo hoe.
Splittin yo skull till it seems to be null.
Yo, I ain't say shit that ain't been already said.
Chillin on my bed day dreaming bout' getting' head.