yo give me some feedback

The power of the pen
Has the ability to release sin
I don’t smoke I keep my mind clean
Keep a knife wit me just in case I have to cut a spleen
People say I’m good enough to get signed so when I do hire them to put up promotion signs
But I don’t have any hooks I only got rhymes
Nearly perfect lines
None of em mentioning nines
How do you expect to be ill and get respect if you spit 10 or less bars in a rhyme
I spit as many as I want cause I earned mine
Now it’s your turn
To leave emcees like Usher wit a burn
The truth is I write about 5 posts a day
Don’t hate gimme my props ok
I’m in the recording of my demo for the street
For my single I need an original beat
I wrote this rhyme on what at the time seemed to be the perfect sheet of paper
I’m a sick rhyme maker
I fell theres a new generation of emcees comin
A mute emcee writes the rhymes and let somebody do the recordin
But on the cover of the cd
You see the mute wit a letter sayin they the emcee
Trust me that’s what I see thru my heart even tho it has no eyes
My heart tells me no lies
And the day you beat me in a battle emotionally is the day my love for hip hop dies
That’s the truth
I have no reason to lie I’m on the net and still in my youth
I wrote this rhyme while I was in GA
When I post it I’ll probably be in SC and that’s today
Fuck a chick wit Aids no way
Emcees now~a~days makin me think they gay
That’s it I’m out ok