On The Run...
 

Still experimenting with rhymes here... I don't really claim to be this or that... check it!

Ego-tripping, got me slipping,
got me dissing the best,
I’m on some hitting the chest/
straight to the heart,
of those that think they hard,
dropping more bars of rap,
than Enron capital bars in graphs (get it!)/
you with me, flowing so sickly,
I’m so ill they even gave me a sticky!,
even when hot I claim their shit is just filthy/
and every diss, got’em pissed,
so now my name on the list,
these guys are done throwing fits,
they want my wig to just split…

My name on ammo from guns,
look at what happens when a rapper has fun,
I’m ducking clappers this shit blackens my sun,
I’m on the run/
They want to see me bleed, cause I conceive,
a skill unheard unseen, by the average emcee/
Just the thought of me eating,
got some annoyed with my breathing,
shit got me bobbing and wibbing,
dodging but still receiving… blows,
while I retaliate with flows,
deteriorating some foes,
but now they coming in rows,
therefore I gotta lay low…
This situation’s all trifle,
hey yo my head’s got a title,
but I’ll still battle my rivals,
load up my sharpshooter rifle/
loaded full rap metal jacket,
verbal metal hit they’re mental like attracted by a magnet, blowing that weak flowing into fragments,
one by one man they can’t see me with this rap shit…

See every gift isn’t a blessing,
got the rhyming Smith & Wesson,
but you see the mess I got myself in,
get no breaks as I be melting...
these hostile bars like acid,
with these graphic rap tactics,
yet still running from this drastic… situation,
lacking all protection,
and I got so many gats looking straight at my direction...

Damm I’m paranoid,
I can’t avoid the thought of being destroyed,
cause of that mothafucking void…
in they’re minds, all fucking empty inside,
bunch of roaches I’m the fucking pesticide/
I’m the cleaner, they’re the garbage,
and the dumb, I’m the mothafuckin’ knowledge…
But I can’t destroy them,
can’t beat’em so then I’ll join them,
I’ll form a crew and exploit them/
then I can take them to the ground,
but yo I’ll leave that thought for now,
as I go back to ducking down…

LOL,dis waz sum smooth shit,liked da story 2 it,n flow,vocab/wordplay waz nice but prolly coulda fit a few mo in 2 help it slip n slide ya kno,a bit long,but skillfully done,nice flow,stay up,1

dis wuz tight yo. nice vocab but somethings didn't fit right to me.
keep doin yo thang and stay up. ONE

Yea, I partially agree with the other peeps. This one wasn't quite what the other one was but it still had it's sting. Lol, don't get a big head now "They even gave me a sticky"... lmao... Keep doing your thing and I'll keep peepin it.

pz

good looking out y'all... lol... yeah man that "sticky" line was meant as a joke... glad you got it... damm yo I wish I could show y'all that piece I did about rapping and driving... but I posted it around the end of last year... not many cats saw it, but still ain't trying to recycle shit... peace

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