so put a [bass / / snare / bass/ bass / snare] kind of beat box to this one in your heads.

i. am.
a fresh money maker with my prospects on the incline.
a second level dealer who's been dealing from a land line.
the first rate killer of the rap game, in prime-time.
i will be there standing as hip hop falls down to the ground, mang.

check your engine levels as we pull into the verse and
don't forget to reset all the verses you've rehearsed and
from the 50 milliliters. i put mine down first, mang.
so what's with the discussion over who must feel the worst.

i'm ten strip tripping, like we're going to hong kong.
my white paper stretches further, almost twice as long.

and anyways, i'm in the grade of some better men.
heard what tey're saying, and i'm trying to get some dividends.
my rap flow is so slow, can't freestyle.
but catch me at my desktop, and you know i put the beat down.




more on this later.