Yes. The hot rumor of the day is true. I still do write lyrics but they usually can be found at my official Xanga Site. So check’em out.

This one’s for free cause it’s got ‘em in complete misery.

“Going All Out”

by Derek Felix

Hey you

Word on da street

That you’re the homey

With the quick ass beat

Like Rice Krispy Treats

Well I’m here

To say I don’t play

Got my own shit together

Lighting ‘em up every single day

Time to show the way

Shaolin represent

Kicking wicked ass rhymes

Throwing ya off guard

Much like the New York Times

Cause we drop more dimes

I’m bringing it

Without a doubt

Dropping dope lyrics

Going all out

So strap on your seatbelt

You say you’re 4 real

Look me in the eye

Show me whatcha got

Don’t leave ‘em high and dry

Like you’re gonna cry

It be happenin’

This is your Jewish nigga

Who’s got the artillery

Never afraid to pull the trigger

Are you 4 real or just a wigger

It’s like this

Bring your ‘A’ game

Or just toss in the towel

And feel my power like the rain

Triggering reactions in your brain

I’m bringing it

Without a doubt

Dropping high heat

Going all out

Like Mo Rivera in full fleet

Message is simple

I never back down

Gonna rip it up

Making your lyrics drown

Like Homey The Clown

Know the deal

It’s the kid from the south shore

Flying faster than a car

Got so much in store

Now hear me roar