Being real

My friend lying with art is an identifying mark of failure
Dark paraphernalia in your path best dodge or it will nail ya
My brain in pain like Cain time to slew Abel under my new
Label called (Genesis on the Premises) and the truth thunder true
Performs legit tight rap wearing a knit night cap that fit snug
On my head bought at the club be the first to admit I’m thug
I’ve survived the strife hard to describe my life should belong
To a tribe with advice vocab out of date and stale let me elaborate
In detail I see failed verses that could nail nurses you can’t fabricate
Medicine must be genuine like iodine and fine like chicks grab a date
Writing in labor intensive adding flavor is expensive critics
Behavior is offensive have to mount a major defensive to politic wit it
Dang you must fiddle strong around in a little unknown town
Like lost strangers this false stuff angers me no blown up nouns
Want to be slick and wild but you like a very sick child
No strength or flow length in your erroneous rhyme style
Look your brain span not wise the size of a grain of sand
Can’t crush beef so brush your teeth them cavities will expand
Like moon craters even tomb raiders has a more livelier flow
Look I’ll be brief with this crap since I’m chief or rap you all know
I talk true knowledge nightly because I’m through college slightly
Take complex looks at text book even though sex shook me rightly

i really gotta find your alias cuz your seriously getting on my nerves

y i'll battle dis kat man

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I'm back on the block like I'm layin on the street//
I'm tryin to stop lion/lyin like I'm Mum-Ra//
But I'm not lyin when I'm layin on the beat//
En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the un-thawed//
But I still feel as posessed as a gun charge//-Lupe Fiasco