Reclusive Rehab..
{A Dopey Collab}
Bobericc ft. Ntalek
can you fix what hasn't been broken?
..then leave it alone
.........or brake it down....
you wouldn't lie to me, but you wouldn't lie for me?
what if you were a dieing breed, never true to society
pursuing propriety.. to take this devious skill
a lifetime featuring kills, watch hell peak in my cell
self defense is real, should I have to be in this jail?-
-my mind, I don't believe in appeal, I'm treated as frail
but I eat through the veils of time, it's a trail of lines
to intersect, ain't breaking my skin just yet, peal or slice
take the deal and die, real quick, because you know my style
is real sick, it's the death penalty of rap, but no ones trialled
no ones wild enough, they think I'm fucking hiding the stuff
I see them trying to bluff, and ask myself, they spying for what?
want to know my life and its slumps? you'll hate the world man,
you can get to know it first hand, when i brake your verse in,
the second and third land.. shocked, it's end's falling imminent
them volts are medicine, when them stupid insults are insolent..
shock therapy, isn't it? turn it into an abandoned shortage
of who are trying to kill hip hop... but just cant ignore it..
the next man's endurance is fucked up by phantom forces,
my solidarity's damaged, it dances than chants in chorus..
rap's our beloved, dared, aborted.. the hole your choosing
compatible to enemies, the natural complexity to overdo it,
flowing fluent, through your dreams of seeing eased rhymes
so long you say it's random.. you need to read it three times!
meeting neat eyes- fists that fold away the key to blow my brain,
sharper than a sword in closer range, one you got to hold and raise
then brake off of my shoulders blade.. with your slower swings,
you better choke or change, I already got the rope to hang
the lower laid, underdog I'm hunter for.. that they say is me!
I angrily take a hit, your beautifully facing this like maybelline,
minds making it vacantly - vague.. I wish rap was sacredly praised
hope's farther than this fucking soap opera that patiently waits
for aimlessly aimed pieces... that are not worth this emergency
certain insurgency... you're all considered the purest impurity
to my insubordinate urgencies. Fuck the law, ya'll stand to suck dick
and you can't become it, while ya'll flow like cramps in stomachs,
like my meaning - what your here and stuck with..
[the critics need to take a break!!]
What happened to the rap game this preposterous
All they talk is materialistic glistening objects
Nobody really cares if your seats are ostrich
Or your magazine clips in which you keep the cartridge.
Streets delete the process when only speech is profit.
Just as long as the people cop the so called hot shit.
The time still ticks with no Jacob therefore
I wont stop the tock for no hater.
To many fake rappers that talk about paper
and all type of gator's with colors like now and laters.
Callin the women dip sticks cause they dig all flavors.
before your hit, no gliss, advanced video favors.
Only got cake because of waivers, executive
saviors, pocket munching money cravers
you couldn't repay them even with your weight up.
So now you in a hole cratered another image catered
a tratior to your fans and insulting the creator.
The shit's tragic now adays how hit's happen,
Another's style of rapping mixed with shitty adlibs.
There's no compassion all the raps is missing substance.
If you drool over jewels you fools is missing something.
Damn pressing you've hit the button
because even in a Royce you're missing Buddens.
Childern not knowing alphabets but every line
they can rhyme the cussing. Instead of books
these so called crook's the topic of discussion
Now they fussing over who's buzzing but use nothing.
I hate rap cause it's Hip hops crude cousin.
You buffoon's bluffing with the stuff in your rhymes
You've killed rap yet you've made Hip Hop sublime.
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