Keystyle, New York CIty!

[bez]

I refuse to sell my soul, Nobody messin with the gate keeper,
Name stealer, drug dealer, meaner than the Grim reaper,
I'm protectin my turf cause its all I got,
I'll blast you in an alley and leave your body to rot,
These cold dark streets cant hold you and me,
You gotta understand to be the king is my destiny,
Gang warfare is there, always got my gun loaded,
6 bullets in the barrel waitin for me to point it,
Every night theres a rumble, in this concreate jungle,
Ale and drugs got all are words muble jumbled,
We hard on the outside, scared senseless in are spirits,
But we still deny the fact that we scared shitless,
Got no homes to go to, we fight together as a pack,
Its all for one, one for all, we got each other back,
The only love we got, its a hug from a brother,
Father's in toronto on the run after he killed my Mother,
Gotta fend for outselves, steal food from shelves,
We got the heat of one thousand hells,
Funeral every week of another brother that died,
Blasted as he sat and chilled in his brand new ride,
Hein heaven chillen but dam such a pity,
Its gang vs gang right here in New York City,

[Lost Titan]

nice

[@Ss@sSiN]

Phat peace fav lines

"I'm protectin my turf cause its all I got,
I'll blast you in an alley and leave your body to rot,"

4/5 keep this shit commin'

[Reef]

Nice shit again Bez..

Your a real consistant rhymer!