Strive for perfection and when failure hits it's tragic...
But we try to prevent such flaws with certain gadgets...
Creating alias after alias.. cheating their way to fame...
Deep down they subside the ultimate feeling of shame...
With nothing earned by skill.. they strive harder to cheat...
Week by week.. their concious puts a burden on their feet...
They still force themselves onward until almost being caught...
Begin to have doubts of their ways.. new ideas are sought...
Discover a dark track of paths emcees refer to as biting...
Disgust within themselves like why bother writing?...
Hide the truth behind the walls.. slowly though they're caving in...
They struggle to find line after line.. but still are craving wins...
Taking on the best with their own lines.. not flipped but word for word...
Till they ran their luck too far.. worst case scenario occured...
Caught red handed.. a whole spit was vivid and details exact...
Stunned at losing the war.. and didnt know how to react...
Their concious predicted it all before but it was fought back...
The reget was a building process.. now its fully stacked...
Banned and got no true respect from it.. member of the past..
Broken down by the truth and they were disembled at last...
Regret was inevitable.. the road of shame makes it worse...
Took nothing from it and now permanantly dispersed...