Just an audio song im gonna record tommorrow.

Spittin from my notepad
Check it check it...ye ye

lyrics selected rhyme styles to b perfected
I’ll inject ya upper section, infectin ya brain dissolve you bastards nothing but ashes
You just got cremated, Heads collected, from lyrical slaughters wack emcees step to me, beheaded
No question, I’ll rip ya brain waves, distorting it, ya rap fiends addicted to hip hop im feedin it
Doing this its a relief, a pressure vent, like hell im bent, brutally merk you bitchs
Chasin riches through rap political statements, sign u up for an early rap retirement
U suck kids, know im Heaven sent, bound to rhyming in binary, u cant decipher my matrix
Its hardcore. An Australian equivalent to o.d.b rest in peace n much respect
A moment of silence………
hit up the mic that’s right im tight killin this chilled beat
Sit back and smoke some weed with me feel the music
Ya feelin me an emcee on the rise, of course the skies the limit
Shouts to my man OMB laying down sick tracks, we’ll rep the same name one day
From Down under Nos ripping it, cutting sick, i gotta say hes tight in everyway
And together we rip shit like clits in porno flicks, leaving u clicks in dismay
Make u wanna quit, all kids do is flip, just trip out on it, play this for your enjoyment
Stuck in unemployment, a bright mind with a lifetime ahead of raps deployment
Jeeper’s creepers, oh the features trauma, stuck in ya head like leeches
Chillin out on gold coast beeches, drinking beers with heavy drinkers
What a good flogging teaches faggot emcees, salivating with bloody mixtures
I never ever aspired to whats been n gone before, elevating more
Delving deep into this beat defeat the odds, watch me unlock new doors

Far beyond, ladies strip down to just ya bras
Take this, and I’ll adjust u past the stars straight to mars
To a deep space that’s vast
Its alright baby u safe now
Let me lead u, open up I’ll show u how
Receive this its my gift to you
What else can I do but say I love you

Ye ye
I observe the world with a frown full of clowns selling out every which way n that
Whats rap coming to these days huh? Hip hops turning into a played art
Fed up n sick to my guts of rap artists rappin for clubs
Commercial faggot emcees ive got no respect for these
C.E.O’s n record labels getting pay checks for fuck less
Its heavy on my mind, stressing for works putting in the time
Do the same and soon u’ll find u’ll be heavy on the grind
U gotta earn ya respect, effect the minds of those who hear ya rhymes
If it wasn’t all negative I’d be positive how the fuck did you get commodities
Cunts living the lavish life abusing their rights dj’s repping pink shirts
Call me a jerk accusing you skirts nothing but shirks with girly smirks.

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