Literally *Talkin-to *MY-SELF*

[Rippa]

Remember when hataz would laugh to ya face and spit on ya talent...
Who would have known a nobody wit dope writings would grow up and be able to sit in a palace...
Remember when odds were stacked against you just to get on a ballot...
Even though practicing raps so much would make the microphone stick to ya callouses...
Foul lines brought through proud times...when crowds cry no one's hear beats as loud as mine...
But you're staring in my eyes as if at times I ever spit doubted rhymes...
I remember when mc's would down ya lyrics only because you left them wit clouded minds...
If my question to you was scientific I'd ask *how are you so devout in the way you re-route enzymes*
---------------------------The Mind speaks to Me----------------------------
Gates open through havens...spoken pages reports ages or Roman ancients...
Provoking Satan is fatal...therefore my patience witholds omens sanctioned...
My spits claim demons,feasible to eat emcees that deny the known fact that they are really feeling me
This is god's disciple...when vital signs go public my internals go on a healing spree...
Back when I was primitive in wits,sinister plots rose against me not knowing the strength they gave me
When I retaliated on CD's all those faggots wished I could put my pens on safety...
Now it's time for you to follow your reflexion...take a step back and clothes both ya eyelids...
Search deep for the elements of razor sharp punchlines and battle tactics to rip the throats that I did

[Kill]

hard to say what subject u were on here, but it was dope anyways, ure the tightest newbie in a while, great rhymes

[Rippa]

fo sho.. one