never new to this
 

second post on the site, its aight
it gives me more practice just to write
but the writtens dont express how i feel when i freestyle
you can see what i'm thinken between my spinal and my smile
underground silos lett off projectiles with radioactive tips
fake emcees actin like bitches without the pussy and tits
it dont quit, its like a never ending cypher
one spits lies until the bullshit becomes an all nighter
what you dont realize is, sometimes your thoughts become catagious
even if your just going through phases
i can see past you and your two faces
when i used to rap on net pages i was known as basik
an emcee with simple thought that could be abrasive
persuasive words and theories
it was posted clearly just for you to understand really
never one to step from confrontation
one man gets out of line watch a train wreck right into his station
but the positive outweighs an evil course of thought
while the negative eats away at everything that you got.......

i'm basik faced with cases of abrasive mazes laced with a persuasive taste
i'm verbalslug smoke herbal nugs til smiles become mean mugs
i'm in the rap game that makes me an emcee
i'm on level three you cats are still at the name entry
well put fake rapper it doesnt matter
i get applause you get boos and laughter