poem

I commit arson
Every time I drop a rhyme
Cuz I shot more 3’s then Reggie Miller in his prime
U can’t spit u just a snitch
Only thing u droppin dimes
I pack 8 45’s like a quarter to 9
Unsigned
Mastermind of minds, cuz I mastered mine
Quick to blast the 9
Crack ur spine and leave u flatline
U cant fuck wit jon dough
I deliver deathblow flows to my foes
Hard roc thugs get exposed
Caught pickin a rose
Blow for blow?
Opposed niggaz know
I'll leave a tag on ur toe
I got the answer for whoeva testing
Does jon got an obsession wit weapons?
No question
My Smith and Wesson
Suppressin adolescents half stepping
My aggression as a peasant is lethal like a weapon
Blood guts and all
I'll leave they blood on the floor
Trigger, I pull it
Cuz my bullets Pierce like Paul
Bring the heat like it was 3 seasons after fall
I get dirty like public restroom stalls
As hard as concrete blocks on castle walls
Blast cats and laugh when they fall
Leave they blood on the floor
I stand tall
But when the jakes show up
I bounce like basketballs
Streets is mean
And lean like crack fiends
U expired nigga retire
Cuz my boys burn more trees then forest fires
Expandin on my empire as a sire
My crew rolls wit chrome like we was rims on tires
I'll put the 9 to you
Never mind your crew
Fill u wit enuff led I can write rhymes wit u
U so wack
Ur pencil tips break and ur pens hide from u
I'm like a diamond when im rhyming the way I shine on a track
Better step back
Or get blasted wit the mac
Lyin on ur back wit my verbal attacks on wax
Ax the competition when I rhyme on a track
Whether im spittin o...