Baqk Atchu Blaqk-

  Baqk atchu, wit words to spit, hence knowledqe to it, it becomes word- mutha fuqka tend to it, believe it as heard- i believe in every word dat i speak, even da lies- cause me the heathen, dressed in dusquise- jus so i can dress in demise, the evil thouqht of me sparin ya feelins- i dont qive a fuqk, im ya healin- but let em fuqk wit a niqqa, i'll become ya villan- you fuqk wit it not, i'll become ya ceilin- believe me, you can trust in my willin- to protect those in need of a linen- and to wreqk those in need of a feelin- what i care, i care not- to win as many souls to salvation is plot- huh, wheather you qo up or down, i judqe not- i jus brinq to you death, on a silver pot- eat or be reapen, eat or be eaten, theres only two sides, heaven or hell, life or death situations- Even! Libra De la Caso! believe in da name, dont breath if not so! no false thinqs behind the thinqs dat i kno- im jus messin around riqht now, but keep dat on da low- what i qot for you special, yall already kno-