I posted this in Open Mic, first drop on RB


Its the return of that nigga wit rhymes, lines like broken glass tear apart your limbs from your spritual mind. Light'n em Up from my tongue like T.N.T. and guns, words come'n off amaze'n, ingulf'n niggas in flame's...n...ways you can die is left up to the mic that I hold in my left and the pen in my right. When I write, words flow and give life to my verse, for these incupedent souls that were lost at birth. Some didnt know who the prophet was, until they heard that this young boy who spoke gave birth to words. Cause I was sent to unleash rath and bring straight pain, to these known wash-ups for this new rap game...

Cause I was sent to unleash rath and bring straight pain to these known wash-ups for this new rap game. Light'n em Up from the top to the bottom of this page, Given them more of my words till they blow away...

Yo, how much shit does it take, to get your name at the top of my hit list, just keep off my dick. Believe nigga I'm a ride, wit my crew by side. Blast ya head on the paper, read The Star through your eyes. The next page brings a whole new chapter, the climax and the end for these so-called rappers. The Deuce, is what you here when they call me on the speaker. The "G" for the first, Guetto Grim Reaper. My shit gets deeper, as these lines go, and flow from the mind of invulnerable soul. Lett'n know, whos the slayer of men and drag bodies like ice to the desructable cold. Bury them, that stand in the way of a well known killa, like a model, i eat rhymes just to keep my figure.

Cause I was sent to unleash rath and bring straight pain to these known wash-ups for this new rap game. Light'n em Up from the top to the bottom of this page, Given them more of my words till they blow away...

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Grim