2nd Letter to Layla Khepri

You have a flow,
but you spit the same thing.
Life isn't about paper stacks,
your gold leaves a green ring.
You've got the game confused...
You don't know what you rep.
You're growing backwards.
This isn't an evolutionary step,
it's a mutation that is killing the scene.
I'm not trying to be mean,
this is more of a lament.
You're throwing a precious gift away,
misusing your talent.

Letter to Layla Khepri

Noticeable filler, killer beats. 
Still a rookie, no elite. 
You got talent, 
but need to focus those laser beams into a steady stream. 
Set yourself apart from the scene. 
Do your lyrics have to be obscene? 
Cut the silly stuff and come clean. 
No beef- just a critique from someone that reps the power of the Nazarene.
DJ PK Peace.