If you saw your dream waiting/
And you sat around hating/
That tha chance wont come to you/
Serously what would you do/

Its like 10 Pm an tha bass inside tha building is bumping/
You feel something in the air, But pass like its nothing/
You tell your friends lets go up front, I aint bluffing/
Give ya ticket stub, take ya seat but you see nothing/
Make ya way through a sea of meaningless people/
Find back ways and jump rails jus ta creep to/
The stage where your destiny awaits/
But you walked into a fat guy, who full of hate/
Spill tha beer on his shirt, he screams "your gonna get hurt'/
Duck out tha way, goin on about ya buisness/
Not carin that you jus made his shitlist/
Get to the floor, an you see the best there is/
But your thinkin, hes an old man, I'm jus a kid/
Maybe its finally my time to shine/
Then over the mic everyone hears/
"Who in tha house knows how to rhyme'/
"My label is lookin for new talent c-mon dont be silent"/
seeing the opening , you approach with percision/
Its about that time to make the decision/
Freestyle, yeah fuck somethin written/
:Think for a second, "Am I ready to step up to the plate?/
Cause either I'll drop a bomb on the mic or be labeled as fake/
I'm always ready, grab tha mic and await my fate"/
stepin up, but get pulled down quickly/
you smell the stale beer, ya stomach feeks sickly/
He grabs the mic, bullshit voice, dont know what to do/
The first fuckin words outta his mouth end up dissin you/
Charge tha stand, take tha fuckin mic out his hand/
Start rappin "Even this dudes voice has fat glands"/
"And it only takes him 30 seconds to rering his sweatband/
And he leaves tha stage, but you keep on rappin/
Cause you knew on this night, you could make it happen/

::30 minute semi keystyle, I really tried to outdo my opponenet,
but he came good as hell... PLEASE DONT DQ ME

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