This rappin shit to me is crazy,
spittin rhyme after rhyme it never cease to amaze me,
i know i aint ready to spit on the mic,
motha fuckas'll get ta talkin shit cuz my skin is white,
i got all the muscle and i got all the might,
but i still aint got what it takes to get underneath that light,
sometime soon imma be little betta,
makin the mic a little wetta,
and thatll be the night,
but for now a playa gone do what he do and steady continue to write,
till his wrist get heavy and his words get sloppy,
eventually ill take this shit to the top and cant none of yall bitches come n stop me, none of yall critics gone drop me, all you gone do is rock me, push me, test me, only to find out it pull me towards my best g, ya words to me dont mean shit, cuz everything comin out of my mouth when i spit is writ legit, dont give a fuck if you cant handle it, gimme any rappas name so i can go and dismantle it, my lyrics are so sick they call it cancerous, so im just sick as fuck sittin back smokin all the cannibus, and cheifin down them cancer sticks, you gone be an addict to the shit i spit like caine, i inject it directly to ya brain ya start hallucination go clinically insane, now you mentally deranged wantin to turn ya own crib into a shootin range, and there aint never no objection to what i put on projection of my lyrical progression, and im never stressin to put ya style ta restin while im waitin for ya next hit, im makin heads spin bitch they might as well call ME the EXORCIST,
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