poems on a beat i compose the heat with a pen almost out ink wait i got writters block so its hard to think aye yeah. its good to bream if i can i Dream then we all can bream. aye aye aye. we can be mcs who would thought that i would be on battle me how can this be nothings real to me battle me is a trillagy for the mcs i just killed the beat after all im poems on a beat man climing feets just to make a master piece i lost a close a friend rip aye aye aye aye smoking weed i can barly breath poem on a beat making history peace by peace i ant gonna quite cuz that shit aint me im keep writting cause thats my bream yo yaeh yeah yeah............