Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Rate my rap one threw ten?

If life aint sh!t/ then why should i interpret on the surface/ and try to make it worth it when nothing can be perfect/ i don't see the purpose/ in this confusion all i can do is make verses/ and wait to be called into service/ this game makes me feel worthless/ im nervous- cause this rap games like a circus/ i will make it to the top inevitably/ and eventually/ i will get signed intentionally/ and i know its of irrelevancy/ but these other duns wont make it indefinitely/ living life in infidelity/ now adays it doesn't matter about the melody/ its about your picture and if you committing felonies/ its not in my chemistry/ to defend myself with weaponry/ but if you step-ta-me/ you'll be facing severe penalties/ physically and mentally/ to recover you'll need years of therapy/ you beating me is like a cold fight/ just out of spite- ill break your hands so you cant hold mic.'s/ then im ghost; gone with the night.

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