rap victems....
 

addicted to this drug more damaging than crack.//
it's called bein' lyrically inclined, mind set, set to rap.//
mine is spent like cash, droppin' flow afta flow.//
never knowin' if I'm-a tap my resiv-oir.//
it's a constant war fought servin' battle afta battle.//
starvin' to be enlightened and create somethin' that matters.//
while other rappers rhymin' about bein gangstas.//
I'm say'n I'm jus a normal body raised by the ghettos.//
grow up wearin' torn sweaters, an' tattered jeans.//
scattered dreams masked by the need to be re-leased.//
instead this gift's got me ceized more like a cures that I'd rather live without.//
but I feel like I'm sick without it, like satans scouted me as a draft pick for bein' hell sent.//
just another crowd dick to be a shelf head.// (dick rydas, HMV top 10)
but hell this, is what I always wanted, a skill that would get me what I wanted.//
if I had of thought it would turn out like this I'd-a never started in the first place.. honest.//

wtf... everyone on this page is a bunch of haters.... I mean, people always say my shit's hype.. but no-one ever checks my isht... uppin'... stop sleeping... let's go here...

yo, i just wont to say you gots some slick ryhms yo , and i give you props,, latz

okay, finally... thx man... uppin'

The flow was straight untill the last couple of lines...

Liked the meaning, no fancy wordplay, or vocab, just straigh tto the point....loved this shit...

Stay spittin...you always drop heat..

P.e.a.c.e.

nice .. i was feeling it, nice point to it.. respond to my next one

mad styles brotha.. i like your groove..

i bet you could flow to one of my dope funky soul beats

keep i comin big dogg..

your da one wit da smokin gun...

too many people droppin like 8 pieces at a time... ahem ^^^^... yeah you got skills... but its nothing too special... keep rhymin