I think this might be my best freestyle... My lyrical combat, will leave you deceased and in piece on tracks I bring the heat on wax, to split through your hard hats When I deliver rhymes, I rock you from your liver to your spine When I spit I gotcha giving up the mic, unable to give another line My techniques have been critiqued, been given five stars I’m living like a star with over nine cars, I’m never behind bars To go against me you’re gonna need a permanent type of insurance That’s unheard of, come try to rap on my tracks and get murdered So many things in my life, I’ve been trying to shake Either night or day, my rhymes are the only thing that makes me try 2 stay awake I got enough issues, to blow tears on about 1,000 tissues If you come against me, you better bring your flowers with you I’ll murder you without a pistol, words off the top of the dome Acts as my chrome, no need for gats I get relaxed in the zone When I’m in the moment, I spit lyrical components Unfit for anyone unfocused who hasn’t slept on it And no one is potent enough to try and test the pedigree Going against my techniques is like going against my weaponry Do u really wanna TEST ME!? .... Tell me what you think
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:18:30 +0000