BenT What's up? I'm Bent 13 Straydub/ Somethin' new, Somethin' real, or not made up./ Too trill to get ate up by you kids. Not a hater. I got Hellacommunications N Hellamarketing/ And stay on a level that's Hella farther./ My voice is like/ the Rolse Royce of Mics,/ Hip-Hop' Sun,/ Microphone gun,/ Pop Rock run,/ Mediocre MCs see destruction,/ As well as their Beats 13inches movin' on yo weak production/ My lyrics Pacify seeds,/ Baptize G's/ Real is the only way to Classify me./ Because if they could touch me, they wouldn't have called.../ If they were so fresh, they wouldn't have spoiled.../ And if they were the best, they wouldn't have lost.../ My vocab couldn't fit in the head of King Kong/ More reps than Congress, more sets than Ping Pong/ Cave chests convex, insomniacs sleep wrong/ Literature with twists of southern slang/ Clean cut or Explicit cause I'm gutter the same/ Broads be feelin' it,/ Dogs reveal the real in them/ like chocolates to EMINEM/ My office building is/ Located off the perimeter/ of 285/ Georgia is where I'm livin'/ But was born Chi/ I've never lost a battle rap/ Not even when out numbered Love Hustlin', rhythm, syllables, and Cadillac's/ Used to freestyle, but now shows I'm bookin'/ My style is Oakland/Down South/Chi-town/Brooklyn/ Songwriter,/ lyricist, producer,/ Not shy or rock all nighter,/ Oops! Didn't mean to lose you!/ -BENT-.