not much effort bascially a keystyle whatcha think
im the boss of this enterpraise
dont even think about crossin them center lines
you'll never raise above what ive created
ur only get thrown into the fire blazin
under my amazin rhyme equations
but im traped inside a maze an times erasin
with every tick an tock sweat just drips an drops
then my mind just hits the dot
so i run quick and hop over the picket top
thicken plots with alot of drama
got me sippin shots of vodka
now im hittin blocks of conca-rete
ur styles obsolete mines orginal
when i write is like a ritural