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Freestyle---"Fame"
IP:
eliterate little noob emcees who always flatter's to deceive//
cant beleive the shit you say n play when da real emcee's away//
ya had ya time to commit ryhme's so brutal they classed as crime//
now im back n u didnt thats just fine, so take da time to catch me spit//
spittin so brutally qiuke its like ima havin a lyrical fit//
spittin lyrical saliver like venom, splittin ya head like a lemon//
flow's so perfect, its like a qoate from a dictionary//
ma talent is oh so scary for the sleepin emcee, creapin up on ya like a shadow//
smotherin ya in ya sleep wid ya pillow, bitch here dies another minnow//
R-I-P cat no mo worries for you, its over, sleep da eternal sleep//
why im possesed wid da power to eternally creep--up on emcee's//
push ma platinum blade into emcee's make ya a new whole like a femcee//
i cant escape ma nightmare, like a gobby kid on the street im spittin//
cant stop me heads splittin---- from constantly thinkin of a new beat//
a new spit, all i ever do is grab a MIC n spit so perfect//
u think ma lifes worth it, try n feel ma pressure to perform//
its like premiture ejeculation it hangs on ya mind, never goes away//
some day-s i awake n prey that ma lyrical demons wont show today//
but they do as always soon's im awake i no i aint got a days break//
for the first 5 seconds when i open ma eyes im normall, then its reality//
this demon shit aint ginvin me no finality, wish i was placid//
out ma face on acid, away wid the fairies in da sky, dis shit aint no lie//
hit records n fans,,,,, other emcees-- all awaitin me,,,//
to fuck up n qiute so they can have a go--- on da MIC//
im like so take it now before i break it, damn another emcee whonever made it//
u is passin it back lookin down at the flex---- shit ma whole life is a hex//
wish i never wished to be a rapstar,,,, maybe coulda gone far as a street cleaner//
or a butcher cuttin all day wid a meat cleaver//
but no instead its like im dead, wid ma lyrical demon on ma shoulder//
every day im alittle older ma heart alittle colder, fame its just a game//
doesent anybody "understand" u never wanna no what its like to be in constant "demand"//
over.
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