.Releasing.
 

They say money an murder is magic, a mockery of methods//
Verbal lessons heard even by deaf kids//
I don’t stress this, necklace and ring thing//
Fuck bling bling, I only care about rap-ping//
Scraping, hand to hand, man to man//
Fuck a gun, I rely on myself ‘cus MY guns don’t jam//
Ain’t asking for much, I’ll be happy with a 100 grand//
Real recognize real, I reckon i’m ill//
Equipped for war, my weapon is skill//
Still, floodin’ ya mind line by line//
Rhyme by rhyme, it’s Enigmatic's time ta shine//
Must be missing ya mind, I ain’t done busting it yet//
You could catch E rushin’ ya set//
Y’all got better odds playing Russian Roulette//
I don’t do disses on tracks, I make death threats on wax//
I got no regrets getting’ at vets, tight or wack//
White or black, color ain’t an issue//
It’s official, E's shots hit harder than a pistol//
Bring ya crew, ‘cus they is bitch too//
Won’t hesitate to hit you, that’s how I been taught//
Smoke ya crew like a newport, look at all the controversy this nigga brought//
You thought, I was lame, what a damn shame, homeboy done went insane//
Now I’m fucking with ya head, and I got ya brain//
Next is ya Rolex and chain, then maybe some cell phones//
Kick in ya door and be like, “who the hell's home?”//
Quick to swell domes, and when I die it’s well known//
I’ll be sittin’ on hell's throne//

(Beat Switches, Nigga Takes A Breath)

Darkness, with the cold rain from the clouds hittin’ my hood//
Man shit ain’t all good, confused, not knowing which road to choose//
Put my head up to the sky, stare at the stars and hope not to lose//
My soul feels the pain, all emotions feel the same//
It’s insane, I been through too much, please believe//
How would you feel losing ya main nigga on Christmas Eve//
I tried to fight the mad feelin’ of pain//
Till i realized my life was thrown, forgotten, down the drain//
No longer did I wanna feel the pain, so I had to reveal Enigmatic, ain’t no refrain//

sup man, i was feeling this, I've read better from you but this wasn't bad at all, i bit simpler than your usual though, flow as always was hot, you had good wordplay, some nice punches, and rhymes... keep spitting man...

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damn, sick shit as usual dawg.. I liked tha different style you used from ya regular shit... it flowed better I thought... am I really the only win you got on ya record yo?.. lol.. uppin' yo..

oh yea.. peep my boy T-Cee's flows.. kid's got mad skillz, he just moved in like a few doors down from me, I met him when I walked past him in his driveway blazin' a fat splee to his head, I was like damn.. what up.. lol.. but yea, be sure not to sleep on my bregrin.

Nice nice nice. To me it says alot about you. That's what I like about writing, you really can get to know more about people through how and what they write. I was defiently feeling this piece. peaz.

well done

flawless victory

i like this shyt alot

.True Niggas.
 

Y'all cats make a nigga feel good 'bout themselves. Thanks for the comments... and keep uppin' this joint.