A little showcase of skill. Look up Hectic Da Backpacka he is tight. Get at me for some collabos!!

(chorus)

(Immo)

Who that n***a that be all through the slums

Shawty realer than they come

Thats me, Thats me

(Hectic)

Who that G bout to leave with your baby mamas keys

Thats me, (thats who?) Thats me

(Immo)

Im off the block like a sprinter, old school young n***a what it does

Ask me, Ask me

(Hectic)

Yea I get it yea I got if you want to know about it

Ask me (ask who?) Ask ME

(1st verse by Hectic Da Backpacka)

When I combine the ryhmes with the beats/ My flows touch your soul like massaging your feet

But Im a seasoned vet so when its time for the beef/ I slice bitch mc's like rice krispies treats

Why waste my time battling you/ cuz you suck and swallow like after you chew

youll never see me like a le vatican Jew/ you hold a sign up in the street 'will be a faggot for food'

N***A!!

You aint learning at all/ bitch I fathered you I remember when you was just a sperm in my bawllls

LISTEN, you a little n****r, where you from you gotta concentrate to be black, you NEVER be a real n***a

RIP-SHIT-TOLOGY!!

The art of dissing n***az/ your wrist is in this position cuz this is your disposition

I wish you disappear like a fucking magician/ I make a n***a catch go cuz he a busta like Winston, HUAH!!!

(2nd verse by Immo Stax)

Killer tsunami flow on who square and dry/ lies you telling aint worth the mention PAY ATTENTION try

To pry the lock you see my choke on the G is airtight/ coaster rhyming move you up and down like some stair flights

Flying down 85 tearing up the concrete/ my skills make me pity you, might just let you hoes breath,

Naw I changed my mind, bombing dummies out the gate/ bitch they need a Richter scale to measure anything I say

Immo kick it with the monsters, roll with the rollaz, yea I know the ropes and I aint into tying hoes up,

rather let them stroll once the slide of the pole/ keep it moving when you pose, GRIM HUSTLE is the mode,

broke the game and change the mold/

shitting on them like commodes/ your style older than mold catch up with me man CMON

One n***a with the heart of 300,000 Spartans, I sip beats for breakfast and my money get up for me every morning