keep your hands to yourselves

one grand is at stake.... so I'm here to bust a rhyme. I'd rather be spitting writtens.... that are one of a kind. they say that for a crime that you commit, you be serving in time.... time is what I'm running out these days, sometimes so is my mind. never have i got, nor never have i will.... when i spit on a chosen beat.... I'm in it the thrill. still, don't tell me to chill.... I'm in for the killing.... they claim that i am crazy, but I'm just in for the thrilling. call me Michael Jackson.... then I'm a tell you to beat it.... get the fuck out of my way... people be talking like they fucking know it. the trials and tribulations in life.... that i have gone through.... ain't no fucking joke.... so better look the other way when I'm coming, boo. who, yeah.... the fuck you think you are fooling? I'm a jack of all trades, from the ending to its beginnings. I'd kill word after word, bar after bar,. for every second. now, watch your planet burn from the sun, have even fucking reckon. I'm one of the best on the underground, check my credibility. I'll take you to a place you've never been.... you gotta see my sanctuary. eyes on the prize they say.... I'm in no competition with no one.... but my fucking self.... i don't owe the world shit, doubt me not. come see me.