Spit verbal grenades
lyrical bullets sprayed
cowards get buried in graves
nobody can fuck wit AK
It aint nothin for me to murder you
the mack'll make ya head a drop-top convertible
while you lyin horizontal, i'm standin vertical
the illest to ever spit, the flow is burnin you
If you get hit from the glocks when they blast
you wont be able to breathe, you need a fuckin oxygen mask
these bitches just drop and they gasp
You'll get put in plastic, but i ain't talkin no zip-lockin bag

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I appreciate stuff with substance (which u did not provide) but it was hot and u had some crazy metaphors. Good job (not like u need me to tell u that. But i'm new here. I'm a 16 year old poet and I love hip hop (rap is different but I wont get into that). I just posted my first poem on here and it's called "higher" read it 4 me and tell me what u think. Thanx alot
P.S- I respect and expect honesty