One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

My fists flowed, Tiger-strike times ten-fold//
cracked ya mold, breed a better era of MC's//

Dare ya ta Let Me, in ya Gated Community, I'll rape da Beauty Queen

Then flee the scene, jumpin' round like a mexican bean//
nah' mean? Im "Mr. Mean-Guy", keepin ya hands high//

(oh shit! im gettin my skill back! lol)

Drop wet rhymes like rain storms, quick to activate hormones

I smash clones like Anakin, toss em' like crash-mannequins

Wicked spin kicks, flip bricks, and peal bitches's bannanas.

mind ya manners, beat ya down, use ma hands, bats and spanners

call me a tanner, remove ya hide, and make leather boots,

Maroon coop, Moves at da speed from my feather boots

Weather my troops through storms, to form and sharpen their thorns.

always ready to kick ass and if i miss i shoot

Grab em' by the roots and rip em' from the spot that they stand//
grenade-hand blast plans, smash ya mightiest man//

Razor fans, blow strands of hot metal, unknown rebel steps and cuts plant pedals.

burn em like old kettles, put ya nose to tha floor//
this is a stick up! Move, and you'll become part of the decor//

Lines for sure, ryhmes galour, keep the pour goin, keep the poor growin, keep more flows then ol'dirty had hoes, i'm gone man.