Lost Flows

What's good y'all, I know it's been a minute since I blessed a track on here. Here's a lil sumtin I cooked up to Black Milk's "Bounce" off the Tronic album. Peep it:

I get up on the beat and jus murda the track
Rhymin on the First 48, how real is that
Wanna search my backpack, for a so called weapon
All they found was a pen, pad, and large protection
Brought me in for questionin, now I feel sequestered in
Can't even see my loved ones, family and friends
I'm tryna get them ends, but they hinder my progress
Not from the projects, but I can throw wit the best
I see fake clearer than contacts sippin on Cognac
You step up in the cipher best be bringin ya hardhat
These ill flows, comin thru harder than dildos
Got extra long reach, Mike Tyson would kill fo
To touch you, Michaelangelo numbchuck you
Break you down like baseboards, split in two
Who's Who in America? I am me
Keep my tracks on repeat on ya mp3
I'm like a breath of fresh air, wit a glass of lemonade
Fluid-like flows complimentin my waves
I'm like a 09 renegade, grab ya brigade
I come in all ways, in hallways, all in one maze
Now you in a daze, I'm the latest craze to the babes
Gettin money to kill tracks, who says that crime don't pay?