this is part of my verse for an audio I'm doin' with my boy art-lock.. feedback would be real nice.. na'm'say'n

you can't simulate talent like artificial intelligence, shit's irrelevent.//
malevolent thoughts cross my mind like I'm belligerent no matter what the cost.//
I ain't read the fine print, fuck the clause, ART---> these kids must be lost.//
they stumbled across tha mental case cooridore, forlorn an' coercible.//
if they wont come peacefully TMC'll take 'em by forcable actions before-ya-know we have 'em.//
demand-um to do our biding, they our bitches, we hard hitting',
lay out this whole crowd like SARS victems when our bars hit-um.//
the way we endrenched in this industry can't be concieved by weak emcees.//
please believe I never release a meek frequency, I bring heat frequently.//
shut you down if you even try ta speak to me, you not on my level
it's only defeat you'll see,... (ever)
visualizations of my meditation style of ebonic relations try'n your patience.//
you try'n to make it but at best you can't even fake it, contemplate this..//
the verses I create is ancient, scriptures in a sense, but it depends on ball point or felt tip pens.//
better play your cards right, or ya-gonna get "delt-hands",//
wrapped up in a tight fist, throw'n out.. (SLAM)..
damn, never expected that shit did ya, I kid-ya not, you a kid an' I'm not.//
I got more skill than your elementary filler, I'm relevently iller.//

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