Streets

[x-kalibur]

You talk like ya rap-fames goin places, i snap-frames and blow out-faces...Cock & clap straps to show what fate-is, so sick of hearin how you surrounded by hoes...Show my foe's what hate-is, quick to step in the fast lane & get pounded-wit-blows...Speak about bein on point, i'm well rounded-and-expose the weakness in flows-you-compose...Rose up out the grimey streets so i'm not trippin off new-clothes, or a new pair of kicks...I gotta stare-at-bricks & wonder what i'm doin with myself, hustlin to get food & a gun to put-on-the-shelf...Cus i'm not about to be bleedin in-need-of-help, stay greedy & this weed-be slowly depleting-my-health...

 

[King Dubb]

feelin it, like ya rhyme structure..

i'm well rounded-and-expose the weakness in flows-you-compose

stay up

 

[x-kalibur]

yeah, its somewhat like the older stuff i used to write.... thanks for the feedback pz

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Good shit f'sho.

 

[Blazeon]

damn patna... still spittin the illness. keep-it-up homey
-one

 

[Suspect]

cool shit seems to me it needs a ending but i was feeling it stay up pimpin....1

 

[PowderedLab]

Aight... despite that one I read, this has a flawless flow! Tres manufique! Excellent!