Puttin work in

I’ll start with a punch line to get my recognition early
I’m a hummer, you’re a smart car in a demolition derby
Hella cold, I do this acapella, there’s no beat that I wrote to
Goku on the mic, about as white as almond tofu
Lets make a hit, i'm ready to build like pro-tools
There’s no fools allowed in this house
Bounce if you can’t take the kitchen’s heat
Believe it’s hot like down south
But up north we take the rain with a grain of salt
Cuz we know the winter’s pains resolve when summer falls
Over the land of green, meaning both weed and trees
And even the cheddar cheese, meaning money, it seems
That the more chains you’ve got, the more game you’ve lost
Well I’ve got my brain and a plain frame without rocks
No fame, no record-deal, no dames
There’s no way to sign autographs when you’re a no-name
But the old saying goes no pain no game
So a-train is aiming to build a name with the same frame
Of mind as kanye when he made the album 808s
Like, track 0-2, welcome to heartbreak
Some of my raps hard to swallow like hard steak
Im reppin the Puget sound
And you can put your butt on the poker table and bet your a*s
That I’ll keep steppin till im drowned
In a bath of self-satisfaction that I’ve found
I spit out of line like my last name
Ask-you, askew, few get it right
So just call me by my rap name
Hearing these names like weezy and jeezy if people call me bro
Does that make my rap name breezy?
Mic check one-two-threezy he’s the
Only emcee with the appearance of mclovin rhyming of the dome-piece heezy
Don’t be cheeky
I see people drinkin bottles of wheat barley like they’re searchin for a geenie
I’m cool just drinkin a dew grabbin a pool cue schoolin fools and takin a few buckaroos home
Cuz yo holmes, I don’t lose
They call me goody-two shoes with screws loose
Cruisin down the street in a jeep chewin on jujus
Big bag of tootsie rolls in the front seat
While your sittin in the back, sorry jack im hungry
Emcees bring hulk hands into gun fights
And anorexic midgets into scrums of rugby
Dumb druggie dummies, but honey im the drugfree run dmc
Meets chuck d, and id rather rhyme over william hung’s voice
Than a mainstream crunk beat

I don't suppose you have recorded this? I'd very much like to hear it.

Alex