T. Sanford;7462111 said:ain't no love in the coliseum, this here been a bless folk/
keep what you kill, fuck what they live because everybody out here just cut throat/
I've been quietly awaiting, deep in the dungeon, my stomach was rumbling, my belly was aching/
everybody wanna see a monster, til they see the monster, the monster holla out "what's shaking"
"it rain from the mountain tops, & still blood stains on the leaves/
I don't do it for the blogs comment box, I do it for the OG's/
& them country folks that can't talk that shit/
this ain't yo post so don't walk that bitch/
this ain't yo post so keep off that shit/
go find a cliff & jump off that bitch/
if you don't feel that I'm king/
"I embody the south, the grain, the swang, the soul, pain & the blues"
And they say Krit ain't lyrical. FOH. That shit was dope. Gave a nigga chills when he was spittin that on Sway