@charliesforce,
charlie your forcin me to talk about ur god syndrome ,
u aint got income
how unfortunate, ur galaxy is in my universe when ya doin-a-verse ,
u not-pimpin , ur not hip hop,-limping !
thats not swagger-strut ,bag-ya-up , the way you've sold out ...
im real-n-it-shows-now, ur only rhyming to get a grill-n-a-gold-mouth
what ya cooking , chim chim chimney chim you got a glass chin
jimminy cricket you little cockroach accurate when I attack-a-script
u think ur god but my concepts immaculate
try to multi assault me ,
when ur eyes hulk green,
did a blood test ya results be positive , if you gotta live , u aint a god
, so I gotta give ya ribs a shot for being fraud
I gotta give a rib to eve, an smoke some fruit a knowledge out the tree
ur 2nd letter in "about" to me , if u weren't b4 ur aBout ta bee
a microphone drone , captain crunch will slap n punch ur honey comb
an cereal kill ya , seriously your material! , only about scrilla
im about realer , u seriously never bin a venerial filler
i got iller rhymes , that build ya mind ,
crack bottles of aristotle over ya head miller time : )
**** yo head up give some birth to thought
what > im so fed up with ya souls , if my jaws caused earth to stop.
you'd understand the gravity of the situation ....