WHATS UP DIS POET,YO BOI IAM LOOKIN FOR AN KREW JUST HOLLA AT ME MAYNE


IF U I HAVE TO TRY OUT CHECK DIS

YO

CHECK 1,2



I got dramatic views to place this rage in verbal extortion/
A mental abortion for minds that I blow out of proportion/
Im basically fading emcees, that be patiently waiting/
For people to praise me with raps that seem so amazing/
Regardless of this harnest through this metaphorical carnage/
i got the rawest scriptures that flow so flawless/
and it's catastrophic, how i turn look into stares/
cause im kickin so many styles you can call me Nike air/
cause its the mission im on, with these visions of song/
If you aint feelin my rhymes then you listenin wrong/
Cause I Synthesis these rhymes to proceed with the times/
As I release Fluid Belifs and touch millions of lives/
And its critical the way i seen so super lyrical/
its a miracle, I talk about hip-hop and now im a criminal/
These other emcees are feeding rhymes like an umbilacal syllable/
so why if i speak about the truth it seems so cynical.../

YEA DATS WHATS UP~!