Untitled Freestyle 1

Catastrophic conscious thoughts that are clearly conceptualized

Captures the essence of my presence that simply can't be catergorized

Clearly cut from different cloths so critics get caught by surprise

Your ignorance is irrelevant intelligence exhibited when you effectively open your eyes

Can't comprehend or understand the basis of my existence

Looked around and now I've found the faces of resistance

I should be hearing the roar of applause for my consistent persistence

But all I'm hearing is the whispers of critics creating the distance

Too much of a gap when reaching for the pinnacle of my career

Hear my huger growls the sound reassures me that this gon' be my year

An appetite for accomplishments, more so than the average Joe

Labeled a menace to society 'cause I won't settle for the status quo

I'm articulate with architectural designs of my rhymes

My hand crafted masterpieces is how I'm defined in these times

Witty rhymes containing substance are in demand; I have abundance

They're scared to acknowledge the knowledge I kick, I see it in their reluctance

Redundant repetitive rhymes that they spit shows these illiterate rappers ain't fit

To compete with accomplished mc's such as me, reconsider the option to quit

Unique and unorthodox evil mc that just often rocks

Stages that he graces killing other mc's someone call the cops

A shooting star with no pistol, so the question is, what's the issue?

No discussions of verses, I ain't diss, I dismissed you

They say I'm terminally ill, the sickest of mc's

The music is infectious they're embracing the disease

Lyrically I'm suggesting I'm the best and they think that I'm jesting

They're caressing the crown, I'm claiming it now, this the type of ish I"m addressing

The trash they label as tracks are terribly depressing

Then they wonder and they ponder why they go under when contesting

Evidently they're attempting career revival but I'm unrelenting

Verses aimed at me directly or indirectly may be tempting

But unacceptable and I won't write it off as someone simply venting

Your lease on a life as a lyricist is now over; no more renting

Fork in the road, choose other goals, relinquish the title you hold

I was built and designed for this life that I lead, and you don't fit into the mold

Subsequently I am gently approaching the throne that I'll eventually

Be calling my own please let it be known; claiming the crown so eloquently

A problem child I'm kinda wild with my all but arrogant style

Clearly suited for this kinda life that I lead; fit the description and the profile

Lyrics profound and what I have found, I'm consistently gaining ground

I was clowned for my sound but knew I was bound to claim and capture the crown

Find another and some other who's as slick and sweet as butter

I don't bother with their mutters and foolishness they tend to utter

Sucker mc's when approached all they ever do is stutter

'Cause they know that their career could quickly be found in the gutter

No curses in my verses 'cause of my passion and my purpose

I know they're nervous, they never heard this, visibly shook under the surface

Underneath their epidermis these girlish mcs do a disservice

Bunch of clowns fresh from the circus discard my skills as simply worthless