power raps inside my skull caps (old freesytle)

[Gutta]

Digital focus get a pic of the pro, spit on
On fictional poets, get slit where they throat is
Aint near a bitch that could blow this
Even a preacher gets hit in the pulpit
Just think of how I get at opponents
I bring the thunder, with a dime reachin under
Cuz this nigga in his prime like an uneven number
Nah, I aint come here to sun ya, but I come here with guns up
To make sure that ya come ups comin from unda
And where I come from niggas get done up for nothing
The Kenner city killa not the Kansas City Royal
And don’t make ya niggas have to leek liquor for u
I heard you speak, but Ignore you put u deep in the soil
And if u want beef bring the heat let it boil
Shoulda known that a nigga keep fire
And when police drivin this boy creep by em
Knockin niggas like Ali u just UFC fightin
Keep bitin at a nigga tryin to beat Tyson
Aint never gonna see a nigga bleed like him
If my hustle was a pen then the nigga keep writin
I aint even need a gun in the holster
This Pain killa rap here to numb ya aroma
If ya come in to NOLA, knock ya out from the spew
And I aint even spittin got a mouth fulla chew
U just a crumb I spit out when I chew