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Venom
IP:
openin the note book to go to heavon...
jotten words down wit a lil dope venom...
Make you a lil wurry if you ever read em...
Wut i say on a mic is not pretending...
R-U-L-E...Restricted Underground Lyrical Epic the kid who's words spoke the unexspected/
Pravoked by others but i finally over came my fears an let my thoughts on a mic be ejected/
Told i could never write something an have people say its hot but they had my mind misdirected/
Mind praying i cud be dope write summin an leave you stoked prove wut im sayin isnt alwez a joke/
simplicity prevailed but still on the rail ahead on the trail killin you mind handicape slow pokes/
Twisted head like i was caught in a tornado thrown of my talents then ran to the ghetto/
Home alone so i opened my book wrote a lil verse then enhanced my own typ'a flow/
Imagin myself in'a cage cuz im'a beast on this page talkin bout how i was never raised/
Turned to lyrics cuz i craived the talents of platinum rapper so i learned how to settle an behaive/
Think i was i bee, proveken me wud get u stung forced lyrics but still sound hot as they come/
so when you open your mouth an try an diss me think bout who rappen like a loaded gun/
openin the note book to go to heavon...
jotten words down wit a lil dope venom...
Make you a lil wurry if you ever read em...
Wut i say on a mic is not pretending...
Call me a snake cuz my venom from the pen who given even the devil a scare/
Free shooten a mind bullet known as bomb war on this pad i declare/
who wud'a new even the kid known as rule cud take you to school/
Open Mics Twisten your insides out maken your out sides dangel its that cruel/
Sit back an relax will never happen im'a known disaster to fear'd to even go in fear facter/
Crackin ya thoughts like a chyropracter you cudnt make an atheltic rap ya minds a slacker/
Attacker on the ryhme book reversen hooks leaven you shoock juz take a good look/
at what im written down it cud have a def man finally be found of'a known sound/
i cant lose a fallen angle a god send gifted to the pen i'll say it again/
the pen is my best friend it shoots out snake venom leaven death in tha best of them/
over comen anything in my path leaven you wip lash from a lyrcal mind crash/
free shooten wit this tongue the pen my holly son this games now in'a smash/
openin the note book to go to heavon...
jotten words down wit a lil dope venom...
Make you a lil wurry if you ever read em...
Wut i say on a mic is not pretending...
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