These rappers ain't real they're a figment of my imagination
Depictions developed due to drastic exaggerations
Anatomically incorrect peep my observations
Loss of patience has me disregarding previous reservations
So if it hurts biting my tongue, why bother to do it?
I live the life I speak about, your lyrics inconclusive
And that's including all previously recorded movements
Wisen up young buck you ain't so elusive
Stories written in your book of rhymes don't seem to coincide
Say you running blocks, but all you ever do is run and hide
Running your mouth, food for thought, swallow your pride
Reconsider all your actions, set your ego aside
Real men don't speak, we always move in silence
Speaking out of turn, can seldom lead to violence
And to be honest, we're honored to be labeled as tyrants
Titans amongst our clients referred to as simply giants
Ruling with iron fists wonder how it came to this
Iconic in every way take the time to reminisce
Lackluster, is simply what the competition is
Sour grapes always say that the crown shouldn't be his
But if not for me the game would be dead, you see 'cause I revived it
Took the world by storm when I arrived with
Descriptive lyrics combined with the sickest of ill wits
All designed with the mind of claiming to be the illest
Even the haters feel this, they're witnessing the realest
Catching the flu from my flow 'cause I can't control this illness
Condition is critical I'm maniacal and lyrical
Spiritually intuned yet they fear me in the physical
A phenomenal lyricist who's delivery's the meanest
On the borderline between completely crazy and genius
Peep just how I leave my audience suddenly speechless
I've claimed the crown yet these clowns still condescending and facetious
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Prove Me Wrong Freestyle
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