Bitten from a biscuit made with chocolate chips// Smitten, when twisting Benjamin slips//
Dicks of cowards, crowds of pussies// I’m full of power, ready to cure this “disease”- of major whack ness// I smack nigga’s like father Christmas// Staying awake waiting for a surprise// You made a mistake, looking into my eyes// I despise to be compared to the label “new”// I’m the realist lyricist humble with any crew// Never tumbled or fell on-top of a situation// This isn’t a tail, this is actual “fiction”// Addiction or addicted to this rap label// I’ve never bitten the hand that fed me from the table// The one that feeds me gives me my edge// To you my nigga this I pledge// I’m un-known to any new star in the Rb forum// But push me too far, and I’ll clean you like a vacuum// Emptying the room, with a bond of emergency// Somebody call the doctor for this kid here “urgently”// I’m a liar with a deceiving lack of gratitude// You look dyer when sneezing on my attitude// Fresh breezing down your windpipe// Shit two times, twice twICE whatever you like//


(Anyone wanna collab, holla Peace)

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'