::::When the mic stops:::: (Freestyle)

when the mic stops, we can end rappin’ in parking lots...
forget about hyped up drops, be sociable with NYC cops...
cos when it stops, were all gonna be nobodies, that’s right...
haters are gonna be filled with delight, all we can do, is be polite...
cos we no longer have anything to recite, nothing to excite...
the days of spitting are gone, our emotional status will be withdrawn...
no longer will we wake up at dawn, make up raps about the front lawn...
just to indulge our fantasies, about rappin’ and freestyling with famous MC’s...
no longer worry about length keys, and impressing striking Femcees...
Freestyling is now dead and buried, the weight is lifted we once carried...
the game we married, has so gruesemly lay down and died...
after we OD'd and cried, we were made to pick a side...
us MC'S are up against the tide, we lied about being depressed and dejected...
'Pac and B.I,G we no longer respected, our needs and pay were carelessly neglected...
Humiliation we were infected, like AIDS the scares never fade..
Although we were made to spit, it got us paid and sometimes laid...
were gonna continue to drop, until doomsday - when the mic stops...


--- got bored the other night!