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Freestyle---"Fame"
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eliterate little noob emcees who always flatter's to deceive//
cant beleive the shit you say n play when da real emcee's away// ya had ya time to commit ryhme's so brutal they classed as crime// now im back n u didnt thats just fine, so take da time to catch me spit// spittin so brutally qiuke its like ima havin a lyrical fit// spittin lyrical saliver like venom, splittin ya head like a lemon// flow's so perfect, its like a qoate from a dictionary// ma talent is oh so scary for the sleepin emcee, creapin up on ya like a shadow// smotherin ya in ya sleep wid ya pillow, bitch here dies another minnow// R-I-P cat no mo worries for you, its over, sleep da eternal sleep// why im possesed wid da power to eternally creep--up on emcee's// push ma platinum blade into emcee's make ya a new whole like a femcee// i cant escape ma nightmare, like a gobby kid on the street im spittin// cant stop me heads splittin---- from constantly thinkin of a new beat// a new spit, all i ever do is grab a MIC n spit so perfect// u think ma lifes worth it, try n feel ma pressure to perform// its like premiture ejeculation it hangs on ya mind, never goes away// some day-s i awake n prey that ma lyrical demons wont show today// but they do as always soon's im awake i no i aint got a days break// for the first 5 seconds when i open ma eyes im normall, then its reality// this demon shit aint ginvin me no finality, wish i was placid// out ma face on acid, away wid the fairies in da sky, dis shit aint no lie// hit records n fans,,,,, other emcees-- all awaitin me,,,// to fuck up n qiute so they can have a go--- on da MIC// im like so take it now before i break it, damn another emcee whonever made it// u is passin it back lookin down at the flex---- shit ma whole life is a hex// wish i never wished to be a rapstar,,,, maybe coulda gone far as a street cleaner// or a butcher cuttin all day wid a meat cleaver// but no instead its like im dead, wid ma lyrical demon on ma shoulder// every day im alittle older ma heart alittle colder, fame its just a game// doesent anybody "understand" u never wanna no what its like to be in constant "demand"// over. |
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