un-finished... ill shit
 

jugling these bars like I was center ring at a circus.//
so hot in this spotlight it's like I was standin' in a furnace.//
nervous sweat drips from my head, stain on my chest, at best I know I'm gainin' respect.//
knowing hate's equal to death I show nothin' but love,//
'cause If I gave any less I'd just get shunned, laughed at and dumped from tha top.//
like I was a facious dictator named sedom, the country'd all support me bein bombed.//
but instead I'm leavin jaws sprawled on tha floor, with songs raw to tha core.//
nah dawg I ain't never record, wait, I'm a vet in audi-o, I'm constant droppin' flow.//
stop ya gaulkin' tho.. why ya gettin' star struck, I'm not even a star just..//
an underground dynamo, line-a-rhymes thrown out, ya minds'll blow.//
try'n'ta find my style an' grow to an elevation where there's no more room for changes.//
exageration'll just make me make mistakes an' people'll think I'm play'n.//
so know every word I'm ever say'n in any verse is true, never makin' an understatement.//
explodin' like thunder bangin', clappin' like my fans when I'm rappin'.//
y'all thinkin' this is hype, but my best shit ain't even bin tapped yet.//

yo, never question my flow.//
there's no answer 'cept that I'm tha best.//
take ya breath out ya chest when I spit.//
instantly get your respect the second I finish my set.//
check...

uppin'

this is ok, better then some of your stuff i read,

Another nice drop Blunt. keep on...oh and check out my stuff sometimes...I like your style, I'd like your opinion...Peace!

yo, people need to give more constructive criticism.. not say'n you tellin' me it's hype/ ill/ dope and shit like that.. like that's all good.. but come on, I know I'm good, I need to know how to improve...

Can't criticize somthin' that's better than 98 percent of what these weak cats be dumpin'...Best advise is rhyme more and keep elevating...develop a monster vocab....K.I.M.