I got one hell of a well level of skill
Satans army must feel
Cause my souls suddenly something they don't wanna kill

Or Bleep wit a fella with real spits
With an over spray
Even with a even flow spray
Most of you rappers sound gay
But anyway
Bleep any pay
Cause it's Hollywood rappers I desire ta slay
Okayy
Please get me away
From every weak individual in my way

Just alota dead weight
I see
So free
When I speak
And tweek
Words deep
In bedded into beats
Drilled by strong teeth
You don wanna breach
Cause I'mma verbal freak
The only you will ever meet
That can walk N talk threw many streets
And still return with out any defeat

So retreat each and every line
Inna weak mind
With no height ta climb
Vines growing up my achin spine
Jesus may sip some wine
But I smoke northern pine
Never kind
In a world that teaches you how ta die
And if rap was a crime
The illuminati already knows my flows would have me serving life
Not ta mention rhymes this skilled mind defies in well written writes
Many like
I hate sprite
Half whites
A stingy kike
Flying a kites
I can out rap the storage space of a F*uckin terabyte! !

Nice lines, its kinda too obvious tho