ite man i liked yo verse, heres mine
Yo Mic B you aint tough, but soft like jell-o, rhymes aint hard-core, more like medi-o-cur or mellow/
ya claimin-tha-bay, but ashamed-ta-say, that u hung with tha crips-and-tha-bloods, but u were kneep dip in tha shit-and-tha-mud/
and i wonder why u ever claimed, was is for tha fame?, being Big Mike? was that ur name?, fuck that u couldnt hang, ur life is mad fake, its hella lame/
bringing drama to ur life, u actin like a wanksta, u a 50cent soldier? haha, u aint no fucking gangsta/
cause i bring tha 187 to ur crew, shooting out hella lead, capping heads, dropping feds, copping ur lady on ur bed, next time ya'll remember wat i said/
that i control this town, i hear every sound, i make tha game go round, depictin ur next moves, plottin so all u do is lose/
so bow down to me, not me bow down to u, cause im a soul takah, get ready to meetcha makah, im ending ur life with 3 shots from my hip, bout to bust a clip, cause im getting tha games winning hit, with my lyrical spits, that i created, and i neva Bit/
so imma end this quick, cause im to slick, to mature in this game, but neva tamed, so imma leave u in a bloody shame, and next battle ya shuld rememba my name.......
jus sum shit i caught up in tha moment, dont think its better then Mic B's but lets see, wat kinda dick ryders we got on here, or true voters...
Peeaaaace