At the top of the ladda, dat's my only destination
My subject matter leave's emcee's in humilaton
I'm violently inclined, never swayed by persausion
Get ass's running like X-lax does fo constipation
A troubled youth, quick to act without hesitation
Troubled past as proof, gun's never need demonstration
Just point and shoot, All my life I was raised without a father
Writing death threats daily, but don't give credit to the author
Searching for feedback, to refine rhymes and increase that paper stack
It's no mystery, I'm making history, So grab a copy of that paper back
Novel, the world revolves until I spit then it stands still
I'm going against the grain, spark an International thrill
Ain't greedy but got my eye on funds, living by guns it's easy to die by one
Agreeably barbaric like attilla the hun, challeng'd by none soon as a fraction of my tracks spun,
that line was longer than the previous, Rapbattles.com the audience so let's hope they feeling this
This was written while I was staring at the blank white page of a new post.
Hook up some feedz.
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