Coming from the left now here's a lil something I slapped together just for you and your weakposse.I dedicate it to those who don't know that I'm a maniac straight from the heart of Lopro.And for a living I break necks and pump hoops and slip.Matter of fact I should bust you in the lip but naw I ain't living that way so bro I'drather slap you with knowledge than to go solo.Ayo Aladdin what's up with all these wanna be M.I.C. fake controllers taking over thescene.They don't know who I am the young warrior yours truly.Step up new jack you're just a new beauty of rap.You're bound to get slapped you're stepper than me.Stronger than a smoker on PCP.I can't illusion got the youngest DJ in the world.Aladdin break the needles while the techniques flow.Ayo I know there's nowadays a lot of rappers holding the mic wasting time but naw theyain't hype.The same old styles you're with the same old things and that shows your same old whack routine.I like running on stage and clowning MC's so when you see me at a show don't even stepto me.Be alert cause the W is dead in the chart.You can't touch me boy I come straight from the heart.Most MC's nowadays they don't come from the heart.They rap what the record label wants.But why can't I talk about the way that I'm living.Yo day by day suckers robbing and stealing.Being shot at stabbed that ain't nothing to me.Just another damn way of L.I.F.E.But then again I ain't supposed to even mention the gun.Or I'll be charged with corrupting the mind of a young one.Yo that's whack what up with your beers.Band on my shoulders cause I'm telling like it is if I was rich.Then I rap about a Lamborghini.Got some pretty women that grip tight for keys but I ain't.Like I first said from the start I'm a motherfucker.I come straight from the heart.Music.Anxiety is bugging me the coke is ill.*** a bat and grave on a sucker face Louisville.But nah I better chill it ain't the life I live.Couple years in the county bread and water fed mills over what.A peasy knuckle headed MC who doubted my ability.Y'all know what I mean the kind of suckers who brag.Yo you know who they are to make one whack record.Ain't think they a star and suckers getting their plate.But the record ain't kicking.You punks doing shows *** turkey fried chicken.Every rapper now want to wear a clock on his neck.There's one flavor Flav.So give it a rest.Ayo Aladdin help me out rip the record apart.Pay attention.I come straight from the heart.Stupid.Power packed rhymes are going gold.More so bro than Angelus Davis Afro.I come straight from the heart with a rhyme.Giving suckers like viewing him a piece of my mind.Conditioning my dome to wax intact.Suckers who act west of milk will eat you up like apple jacks.To describe myself three words to tell.The W is crazy as hell.Back in the streets of L.A. I be rocking.And you can find a lot of cutting records in Compton.Though we ain't from the same city.But damn you got beef with that punk.You're bound to get clowned.Suckers in line to get this.I'm balling my fist.Who's next up to taste some of this.Hysterical, critical, flexible, lyrical.Trouble your MC's can't hang.Boy I put them in a hospital.You should have known from the jump of the start.Every lyric a throw.I come straight from the heart.