Open Mic: Im A Beast

 

Im a muthafuckin beast when it comes to this rap shit
Like walkin thru deserts wit bottled water, I'll twist a cap quick
Bitch niggaz need practice, they soft like a mattress
One punch, you backflip or get spun on ya axis
My lyrics fresh an dope, should be put in a bag, zipped
Like I shoved Fat Joe, yea I be pushin this crack kid
Far as beef? You'll get ya ass kicked or I'll let the Mag spit
And then thats it! Tragic how it happens
So stop all da madness bout who be da baddest
An jus take some lessons from me, sit in front of my classes
Plus get you some glasses, an as time passes
My skills might rub off, an you'll start raisin ya average
I got 380s, Maccs, Clips, ladies wit asses
Rubberbands round stacks an ashtrays fulla ashes..
from Silverz Haze SO strong u smell it str8 thru da bag bitch
U gotta question bout ya boy jus ask it
I see thru deez maggots, they made outta plastic
'wRap' circles 'round heads' like 'shawty dat took a face fulla acid'
Usually cool but sometimes Im da brashest
An my finger steady itch like my triggaz got rashes