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ILL with Skill
Somedays I don't understand why my lifes falling to bits People jumping on my dick saying I can't even spit Before you judge me your going to be first on the list While I pit this Prick punch fuckin fists into this bitch my skills ill and bizarre got you hoes feeling scared and you don't wanna test me ur lifes ain't gonna be spaired agressive with an ill nature 2 come and rape you because your a fake I automatically hate you Like a demon on a mic killing you soft emcee's in spite What the hell gives me the right to say what I like im'a little foul mouth kid i'll rip out your ribs and force feed em down you like pigs As I come out on top spitting this shit non stop This is what i do the new white boy in hip hop If you all don't like it you can get your self popped cuz you ain't ill enough your getting your heart stopped |
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Vocabulary: Basic
Flow: Okay Structure: Okay Concept: Not much to say. Unoriginal. Topic: ...no thanks. Favorite Lines: Nothing quotable. Rating: 6/10 Advice: Uncreative. Find a good topic, just talking about yourself is boring as fuck, especially when you lack wordplay and creativity. RTF on Dead Beat Holiday(which is really entitled Pharaoh's Sarcophagus, I just made a mistake.) |
u got creativity
got flow and structure although sum lines lost sum flow.... I'll try ta keep helpin ya but still u need ta elevate in sum aspects try using a more exended vocabulary... |
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