

Ill FreestyleI come onto the song with a killer delivery I feel cocky as a bitch because every nigga here's feeling me I stripped this mic of its innocence like a girl losing her virginity The microphone gets left alone and falls into deep solemnity Every time I get off a song people want me to sing autographs With a freestyle that will at long last A little longer than your awful blast You aren't quite finished but we can see that you're winded But all you see is yourself at the end of it winning I'm spinning Your little mind around the factIll Freestyle
That I whoop ass Unless you are willing t


Feel Good Hip-HopOk now this is a verse for all the people that knew from the get go To all the new kids in this game that are always dropping some sick flows And I gotta give some props to all the hustlas who are piss po Because they do what they can to try to make it as rich folks Detroit is the only fucking city that i claim So when your city is in beef then you know who is to blameFeel Good Hip-Hop
It's not my fault that getting into disputes in the name But I'll take on anybody just to see if that gets me to fame I don't necessarily care for money but I want to live well So if you mess with my friends nigga you go in


Scholar in MeThe life of somebody like me Is like a hustler with his eye to the streets Get off of it I'm not saying that I'm a street ass rapper I go to catholic school so I'm just saying whats real I'm just saying and jotting down how I feel Monday is no fun day Tuesday is make a truce day For any battles I had over the weekend Wednesday is put a fucking coward away If someone tries to diss me I get in their face Thursday is like a fucking blur day Because like I got a hangover I don't remember shit Friday is when I live my real life day School gets out and so does the rScholar in Me


Tiered of LosingI'm laying in a puddle of my own blood Tiered and sweating staring up with the one eyeTiered of Losing
That I can see out of looking at the crowd cheer for the other guy While he is lifting his arm in the air Slowly as I try to get up looking at him I notice that
All along I could be the one with my arm in the air And that there s no real difference in winning and losing Except how the outside world treats you....


.Inconsequentially, the latin assassin spits lyrical blasphemy,.
Metaphysically my energy incomprehensibly,
Unreposed is composed of the demons that plague the dreams of my foes, So I stay flowing barrs or blows at these politicians who are all sharks but still know, I am illuminatingly convalescent, mentally you are undebatably adolescent, racial oppression, repression synonymous with spiritual digression,
misconceptions reincarnated flagrantly reinstated inflated ponderance, rich men steal from my people without physical consequence, call me militant no civilian I lead the revolution, d


RiftRiftRift
Theyve put angels in the electric chair. The warnings have been neglected. We have been mentally disemboweled in Its pandemic wake. I feel infected, diseased by Its presence. It speaks in tongues. It is not the darkness, though we are and have been tied to that since the beginning Its light is what has made us sick, confused, corrupted. It brings with it the final, the conflagration of the Judges, the law, and also our minds, our only previously uncontrollable sense. But It has no sense, no mercy. There is none just as It is nothing. It is timeless, It is ancient. The very design that was intricately compos
Thanks so much for the watch
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
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Another Day...get up and face it
I'm going to sound generic now, but uhh...keep it up?
Your style of writing is interesting. =]
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