My Drops, My Style

[Rap Maestro]

....see me hype and freeze/
over netcees with different type and Jeez/
what a crap you spitt/
my knock on your head will leave you bald like a famine land in Mogadishu/
and the way i'll tear your barz like a jail bird will make you wonder about more guard issue/
watch and read my verse/
that can easily drown, flush and rid your barz/
cos the way i'll throw jabs in square root on your mouth, you'll wanna learn to read your maths/
i'll put a cent in my middle finger to beat my pound of flesh/
on yo fools... That scramble like rats at the shriek and sound of birds/
but.. Don't be surprised to see me bounce on your biatch cos i've had her bound on bed/
and pull nines with alacrity when Knucklehead found yo dead/
F**k the intro/
cos the genesis of rap just wanna begun, from earned buck of Maestro/
see me move you all in messy diss/
then i'll teach you to play their balls like you've just learnt tricks from Messi's discs/