all should leave or just agree that i rock
if not shoe'z off my feet and they gettin beated wid sox
yes it'z me you can believe it or not
im the emcee that'z reaping these drop'z
these'z lil peep'z aughta be fleein in flock'z
im keepin the shot'z in ole rap az long im not leaving it'z hot
i'ma try not to slip back cuz problem seen up wid that
i'd die and shit wack and more people be wantin me ta quit rap
bit i gotta get spit back there'z no respect bitched slapped
at least that wat it feel'z like but i stiil feel that im still right
it'z not real just to spill mic'z i just feel like i killed life
you do nothin wid rap, tallent? Think it’z somethin you have?
Till hater’z start bustin the cap’z and you still think cussin iz rad?
Well be trustin me lad’z it’z only somethin to smash
When somethin’z thrustin you mad I don’t really see fun in wid that
I use each one of my word’z and not for fun I just curse
To cunt’z who made up my curse to spit just cuz I burst
Wid all thiz shit and figure it’z a way to get done wid my hurt
im not the emcee that you actually see
thiz iz just to beef to come to strong from weak
fore im almost deceaced wid stayin thiz long in heat
still on my feet wid all of thiz shitty constant grief
cuz hate and shit iz way beyond my belief
in consider i az a poet wid almost dying emotion
and im using my inside and rhymng to show it
sometime'z i write good and fucker'z are denying i wrote it
tho im never-be-hind someone else’z only my word'z in ever-y-ine
so dont ever-de-fine wat I can do wid my brain sever-in-lines

uppin

any feed on thiz? it'z when i had writer'z block, not anything special

I like it, gj. Your getting better.