yo, watch how i handle these bars

im lookin like "is it me or is it the people/
cause spitting whack should be a crime, and we know that is illegal/
the next contender that wanna write similar/
and be like Ike well tonight im gonna finish ya/
yall like a project that never was completed/
and you bout to get diminshed, demolished, polished, defeated/
see i approach mics prepared for real action/
ya 2 stepping might get 2 techs to clapping/
im all man....and you just a fraction/
a hasbeen, i aint just spitting im spazzing/
if you don't mind me asking/
but why yall bring pain so lame it can be cured wit asprin/
i ain't a gangsta holmes but i can play it right/
never did construction work but i can lay the pipe/
i ball hard when im playing on the court/
and hold burners that'll turn ya jean pants into shorts/
i done fought many battles just to get where im at/
from burying rappers alive to me gripping the mack/
and the toughest niggas know that i'll zone em out/
and i aint talking rims but the kid'll chrone em out/
22's mack 10's and 9's pick ya size/
no sketch to act we just improvise/
if im in the club niggas know how the story go/
my niggas flood the club with the colors of an ORIOLE/
yes, black and orange will cover the frame/
i aint down wit the LUNATICS colorful game/
im packing the infa, yes i'll be happy to kill ya/
and peel off in a night blue ACURA Vigra/
They wanna wonder why i spit, cause the truth i love/
and i murder tracks, so i step in the booth with gloves/
then you can't track me down cause i dont leave fingerprints/
i got the gift of life..burning at my fingertips/
niggas wanna battle, but why its so pointless/
cause Ike spit bullets, for sure to leave you jointless/
i throw my flows in gear like i was driving stick shift/
and some get so scared their night be spent real stiff/
yall aint rappers, yall something like Will Smith/
when you spit, like a small dick we don't feel shit/
gotta keep flowing i aint got no manners/
and use double negatives like i aint no grammar/
i got them hammers, and said it bout more than enough/
come on and try me, you'll find out its more than a bluff/
Baltimore Blocks raised me, thats why im so crazy/
it made me spit out fire and rock AC/
jay z started button ups in the fashion/
Mc's started fucking up with a passion/
now i got em gaspin, they trying to rhyme/
but wit me in the game yall gon be riding the pine

lets go

i know its alot of haters, tricks, marks, mark-ass-tricks, and trick-ass-marks but holla at ya young anyway...thats whats up

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im heavy on the streets so full of heat ill delete this kreep so your a whole and completed let u proceed yo wishes got deleted demolished my neighborhood "ese" full of polish its no wonder why my success shines and yours doesnt u like a kid talking he was bad n i proved he wasnt 9 1 5 is the area code 7 9 9 0 1 the zip come around get my clip on yo lip is the steep once again holding it down fo my locked up MEXICANZ in the joint or the hood of my city ull here from me ive vanishe many frauds n wanna'bs i got the ogs backing my play shank 25 times the cops got nothing to say im unstoppable like the tx cartel cant hit u on the streets ill hit ur peeps in jail "fucking fraud this is the steep holding it down for that ept"

o k k k bitch