THIS WAS A VERSE FOR A SONG I WROTE "PROPS"

This world’s spinning timelessly, Im one of the finest gee,
This peak is 2 steep 2 climb , jus read the warning signs,
You spitting lifelessly, while your knowledge is over righteous,
Im the top n still da brightest, step up n enter your mid life crisis,
My souls “e�motionless, blackend by eclipse’s darkness,
Spark twists, with sharp fists leavin U with a mangled carcus
ILL-fusion sentences, leavin illusions worse than mental institutions,
Brain contusions, leavin grussom endings without formal conclusions,
Like an Ace taped with blades, this deal is a lethal fomula,
Spawning tactics against spastics that mutilate n re-form-ya,
Scorned-ya, de-born ya, burn ya BIO, mask ya style-get killed B-4 trial,
Vile remedies, cut off your extremedies, mauled by my kaotic tendencies,
Frontin “it’s a shame-yo�,getting strangled n struck from every angle,
Be thankfull, you’ve been “de-pleated�blood drained from head n ankles,
Using 1 quartre my skill, I will still produce the “k�in “ill�,
Ya games not a hard find, you’d be better off a blind mime,
Boo’ed on stage, ya ain’t fish but�ya’ll be finish’d after my lines�,
Can’t say it was nice ta meet ya, so don’t expect me ta greet ya,
Rather pumble n beat ya,till ya body is flatter than da floor beneath-ya,
I leave opponents bruisin, ripped in da park for �amuzement�,
Its obvious your left behind in the dark n utter confusion,
You envisioned recognition, but da jury has reached a decision,
Don’t threat, you were never noticed so you won’t be forgot,
Talentless emcees must drift over seas ta gain props,
Your future here stops, skills you ain’t got….
…………………………………………†¦â€¦â€¦â€¦..sorry for whatever you thought,