culture from the streets, flooding web with it's spits
noone's getting out of it clean
u'd better feel me, dreams about being a King of Hill
ain't gonna make y'all real - red light now begin.

i'm gonna be crushing negative emotions, filling up the vacuum with positive vibrations of the microphone's membrane
feeling me? i'm steady dropped into concrete, shitting and spitting on overwhelming antagonism.
why r y'all acting like some dicks behind the screen, worthless rhymes droping hopeing lower self-esteem
of the MCs, singing songs 'bout love "u shine and i shine", then turn-around and shit talk.
knock-knock Blank, LAN to K, wanna B gay, i ain't stepped away, just gotta couple of weed-trains, u wanna battle me? i don't care how big your balls are, prolly tiny, 'cause u sound like a small child, like a failed clipping sufferer that has to live all his life with a pimple left from puberty times, u prolly shy. that's why u've got so much agression in your rhymes, to bring niggaz down and get that feeling of a guy for another set of time. and after it goes by, the only thing you have to fight is that your dick ain't even big enough to fit your paws. u ever thought 'bout cutting ribs? that way u can suck your own dick.
plus my dick, you've gotta big mouth to feed, talking shit 'bout ancient rhymes" that i spit. so what? i'ma rookie in rap, i admit that my level's lower the one that u've got.
but give me time big guy, i'ma come back wit rhymes, that not only gonna make you shy, they gonna make you cry, they gonna make you strive to beat the time, but it's ticking and getting closer to deadline........

2B.L.A.N.K.: no fronts brother - it's battle