The Exclusive

(A Jaylib exclusive... with MC Percee P)

I come on spittin, the song's hittin

Before there were capon chickens different dons listened to me for advice

Like I'm John, niggaz just left again, so I'm steppin in

To catch wreck and when on my next kin'll be checks to spend that I'm exitin

Perc' is nice, worth the price, every verse entice

One of the most praised ministers to speak twice on the Earth since Christ

Ideas delay of light years away from what's here

I dare all my peers to slay

Two grand, review and, your whole crew man

The true fans, know who can, bring heat like in the Sudan black

No games, style is fo{? }, verbal cocaine, like propane

I blow brains bashin them no-name cats that flow lame

Writes well, recite then there's a chance you might hear

In the right air your worser nightmare after a sliced ear

Perc' spit every verse with the worst shit known

Disperse quit first clique tryin to front get they turf hit blown

(Another Bronx to Detroit to L.A. connection for that ass)