just somethin'

look at this kid, he is wicked and wired.
like a fuckin kamakazi bout to be fired.
blowin up like a fuckin granade in ur face.
ripin u to bits and gluen' u back with paste.
wut a disgrace. this kid is on burnin with fire.
these raps are his life, and his only desire.
he likes wut he does and does wut he likes.
if yall dont like this shit then just take a hike.
cause naturaly, u dont know wut rap is about.
this is somethin to him he cant live without.
so weather u leave or not, he will keep going.
continue with this rap that is constantly flowin.
non stop. like all the numbers in the world.
he is 2 the power of infinity all in one swirl.
somethin u cant stop, somethin u cant move.
this is a kid that comes up with his own grove.
own lines, own rhymes all in his own time.
he got all this shit down like a chalkboard in his mind.
all played out like some sort of a design.
wont need a patient for that sort of grind.
cus no one can make it 2 the level he is on.
he raps every day, from dusk to dawn.
even in his sleep he is still rapin along.
this shit is in his mind twenty four-seven.
proable when he dies on his way 2 heaven
he'll rap to god, and god will rap back.
but god cant match his skillz cus he is wack.
god created life, and this kid just improved it.
no way he could stop these styles he is using.

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