RapVerse.com Community - I'm straight out gifted....

Children, still went, up in the fray
So when they step in the building I bring it down in a blaze
Now who the bitch, hold up, who rollin' with you?
See, all my problems got rolled up, in one crew
Find em runny, when I aim with a clip, they might flee
Kinda funny, how the name of the clique, describes me
The bait's bold, the four's cocked, try hard, and straight fold
What I wrote, was Fort Knox, my bars? Is straight GOLD
Now we watch, a biatch, get optioned for trade
I drop in a vacumn and watch your OXYGEN FADE
Their hopes are grey, faded after Gifted dropped some blaze
So 5-0 tagging the bodies as a hobby, of these obvious gays
Lost in the maze, little rats ain’t Lethal, just good pets
And wearing sweatshirts in ghettos doesn’t make ya hood vets
fuck your threats, if we met, I’d shatter your body with ease
Crack bones on pavement, bodies adjacent, when I bloody ya fleece
Ya verses are leased, so stick to living like poor people on streets
Cause yall could eat a microwave and still not be capable of heat
All your flows, combined, equals a infant’s piss stream compared to mine
And it seems, your team, thinks together to find words that rhyme
But we ain’t feeling your lines, they lack creativity like artistic kids
Cause the crowd never recognizes you bitches, for your simplistic shit

uh oh :shocked: ...looks like rap battle gots a new threat...