Gangsta Spit # 1

[NoVeL]

Nah I ain't bussin' a clip, Street gymnastics get bodies off movin' them bricks

Cuz niggas'll flip, this is how a sinister spits

Psycho wit the side shows

Death receives me cuz I've been meaning to R.I.P

Emcees, my Blood went cold long time ago

Ice blue veins don't mean that I'm Crip

I got butter finger hands, won't mean that I'll slip, gun to ya lip

Would have em saying what's the meaning of this

rhymes mean with intentions to diss

music bumpin' ya eardrums the size of sis

My swag so alive because the realest exists

traveling on the boy, ya'll is a TRIP

Embarrassed? look at ya face "flush-Red"

I am the SHIT

only reason my aim is bad, a runnin' target's harder to hit

Stray bullets'll zip

Ricochet off stop signs leaving you missed

Moms is crying, and daddy was pissed

you was a hard pussy and "got wett" because you was runnin' ya lips (Get It)

[The Gonz]

You've got that treadmill style down to a science.

[The Gonz]

No, I was more commenting on the fact that he's dropped a lot of writtens lately but has yet to show any signs of progressing or elevating, therefore he is just staying in place. Practice doesn't make perfect if the practice isn't perfect.