Rap... (warming up)
 

Ever since i was a little boy, rap was a dream, an obsticle//
Now that i took to a mic, it all seems it's easy n logical//
to write about your life, or the drama that surrounds me, ever since i started school//
People wanna laugh n cuss, jus cos i'm white with a tainted red blush//
but i don't back down from any fight, no matter what the type, i love the adrenalin rush//
But if i could i would, brush all the critics to the side, with one swipe of my hand, and rap for a living by public demand//
as grand as that may feel, u jus gotta keep ya shit real
n place it out on the streets hoping for a record deal, to seal your fait in the game//
put other emcce'in bitches to shame, with your words of wisdom//
with me i'll build a kingdom n burn up in hell n take over heaven//
seven is an un-licky number for me, thats how many of you bitches doubted me, sayin i'll never make a good emcee//
it's clear now can you not see? I'm here for a real reason to make my shit publicly//
i'm sick of having the 3rd degree, from broke bitches who can't make money, as easily as me//
I just sit behind a table with a pen n paper n let my thoughts run free like a long letter of words//
ryming n making sense with multiple verbs//
metaphors n adjectives, beating you bitches in this game are my main objectives//
collective i pick up the motion, of the pen n my thoughts//
like masturbation, i take my time, before i explode n unload in my shorts//
got beef with me, we can do it easily, instead of going through litergations n courts..... Bitchez...

ey yo I can feel that shit to the fullest, yo remind me of me, and I don't know if thats good, but fuck , shit, dope ass feeling to it
keep postin, i'll keep responding...............one




the reaper bronx with a heat seeker

yeah i thought this was apretty weak drop the flow was poor and the content was just plain boring, heard it all before, but keep droppin, its only critisism...Holla