come test

[ghostwrita]

as i enter the cypher, bitter words from my tounge/
describes encounters with emcees and the weak songs that they sung/
i can't believe what is labled in our time as the bomb/
infantile, futile styles, go back to suckling on mom/(breast fed)
most emcees are like boxers, and need to be trained/
get a trainer, learn some skillz, and maybe some day earn fame!/
thats the road to succeess, there's no short cuts involved/
if you all had the formula, wack beats and lyrics be solved/
see most have raw talent, potential indeed/
but in steps the ego-insecurity-and greed/
combinations like this, destroys the artist/
but knowledge of self helps me enlighten you to this/
my lyrical masterpieces causes feces/(the shits)
to corny emcees chewy like reeces peeces/
this is my rhyme thesis, all the shit ceaces/
step up to the microphone and get shreded to pieces!/

['Illicit']

i liked that, was cool.    u been spittin for some time already huh? or well i think so cuz that came sophisticated.

peace

[maxi-padz]

nice shit dawg.. keep spitten