Art of MCing

I put stipulations on wack MCs since they cease to be stimulating/ u eager to sign the dots on contracts like mercenaries to hindu faces/ some approach me with open arms, but i can see they angry faces/ but thats not in my blood cuzz(cousin), so how we gang related?/ im a student to the game, and i paid attention to my lessons/ but yall bars too remedial for me to getchu schooled in one session/ yo girlfriend sleepin on u, but she dont rest on ya bed/ u represent the community but the WHITE MANs the mf thats handin u bread/ u dont pitch pigeons, cuz if u did u wouldnt speak on it/ i hate to throw the book atchu, so instead id rather preach on it/ lord i stopped sinnin, still to this day im a sinner/ i got put on GC movin, and can never not be a member/ i got bruthas i used to love, we thought that nothin could beat us/servin life in prison, communicate thru the glass thats between us/ before that happened i thought nothing could come in between us/ i told em i stopped bangin, they said "i guess its on when we see ya"/ i was a skinny pretty boy that aint have nothin but heart/ rival members jumped me, lost a wisdom tooth as a scar/ didnt hit the hospital, and i never told on a soul/ light skinned exterior, spirit blacker than coal/ its huey newton in the flesh, no longer crippin, its panther/ got GMOs in the bullet, now i fill crakkkas with cancer/ experimented with drugs, cocaine, weed in the syrup/ trynna drown all my pain out, but it kept on reoccurin/ i been poet since i was 9, tho yall label me as a rookie/ mickey deez nuts ho, i give a big mac for them cookies 😂😂😂😂