u menya esho chut vremya...shas chot esho napishu

im that blank space between yo letters- spot me
unite hip hop like feathers- its gotta be/
the greatest thing ive done since the last message/
attract with my tracks like beautiful moms with nice clevage/
i remember listenin to cats like alex back in the days when hip hop wasnt that great/ and the release of kasp's shit in the depression period/ ya fucked and neva got laid/ cuz ya went down in a second/ lickin every stamp to fit into the section/ let me mention guilty c/ the australian Stalin who shot every moving body/ just cuz he wanted to, neva saw me/ now he lost/sayin "why isnt anyone behind me"/not slick/ the most crime you've done is stealin your mom's vaseline to rib dick/ i respect yall for turnin me into a man/ i fucked a rappin bitch, sharpened lezvie to hunt, set rules to criminals, and taught bunkers the blunt, understand/ i got folded hands/ to reverse the flow of blood as i was countin your remains/ got tired of showin 25 year old men how to behave/ im a youngsta/ so i just shot it in ya in a second/first like ford/ ya too old/ how can you start a battle wit me/ when ya beard is blockin ya keyboard...