rhymes

none the hell ive been through life not fair theres the facts my acts are as crazy its so hazy cause all the smoke people have they half act there rhymes its about time they learn how to rap there it goes i own this street this beat i dig it pick it like the fruits of my labor slavin over the lyrics you so gay you were lipstick you dipstick im going off like im ballistic im artistic with my words like im van goh i know all these tricks im a prince rinse the blood off my hand you cant withstand the pain i got a chain you dont have a brain