Comin from the south rockin blue/ my whole crew following through/ bustin on catz like you/ no lie its all true/ so lets make a bet who ever looses dies/ Now what ya gonna do when I got your life flashin before your eyes/ My mission is to make ya realize/ It aint all about the size/ Cuzz I gotta a blue rag hanging out my back pocket/ And a fist more powerful then a russian rocket/ Aimed for your eye socket/ So don't come at me wit your weak ryhmes/ I got my face on the front of times/ No.1 MC from the south/ Keepin it true for your mouth/ Dun been in this game for awhile/ I fit the profile/ Of a nigga in a murder trail/ You catz can't test my style/
Kid there's a thread down below that's one long endless jam of rhymes. Get on that, Flare's told ya this a gazillion times. Now, join the battle in the battle thread for real, son.
