a little rap

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

All it takes is 4 minutes
To get your fix
Of lyrical bliss
I come equipped to handle shit
Never miss when I shoot
fuck what they said
Shoot swishes in this game
Milwaukee Buck,  Michael redd
This flow’s on lockdown like penitentiary facilities
The reason your filled with hostility
Is cause you could never become close
Or even near me
Ya hear me Im speaking to you
Most of everything you say is known to be fake, its never true
Exploding like volcanoes
This music is an eruption of greatness
This lyrical creativeness
Is quick and smart like the matrix
Im never duckin and dodgin my foes
Cause my gat goes explode
Enemies see me
And their bodies turn cold until froze
Im sick with the flow, I got the flu
More like the measles,  103 degree fever
Turning your face straight pale and  then blue
Ya through so just stop while your ahead
You was never ahead
 I dust off all you imposters like crumbs off of bread