You are an underground rapper on the verge of blowing up. What is your gimmick? What do you spit about? You only get one chance to make it... Creativity is key here.
Having thoughts of making it big,.....While watching Pac Jay-Z and BIG
Knew I would never see the 'lime light', even If I stocked crazy on brisk
Everyday my hearts racing to quick, Always thinking bout getting signed
Steaming down deep inside, I spit heavenly divine like Jesus is on the mic
Every weakend I try to rhyme,.. Hoping that one day I'll be soon to blow
Trying to boost my flow, I usually stay in the studio till the booth is broke
Since my youth I've grown theres no room to joke, I'm constantly training
Imagination beyond promising stage gigs but honestly I prolly wont make it
Modesty theres no stopping me when my philosophise are oddly awaken
Darkend odyssies got me shraply taking my time just to sit an concentrate
Instead of critics dropping hate, I wish they would just listen to my tapes
Reminisce an visit all the mishtif as an up commin artisit I vividly went thru
Now consecutives with little businesses are now instantly giving me pencils
So no longer are my scripts inscripted in scribble, An now I'm able to write
I see through the fables an lies, Before I sign a contract I'll dissable my mic
I'm still capable of cradling my life, Everynight thinkin of wich label to sign
Wich dotted line on the paper to write,...... Now feeling closer to stardum
My sources have longend,.. All over the globe I'm known for my art work
I've growned as an artist, Rose from the bottom,... And made it to the top
Its amazing how I charg'd, Now any were you go my name is on the charts
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