just some sh** I wrote, where I kept the same rhyme scheme through the whole 16
Slap a rapper in the face I got the hatred of cain
To calm I need the bomb haze invading my brain
Check I want respect I aint cravin for fame
Just keep me paid, dazed laid and my statements insane
Ill try to I die why im making a change
Im sick of all this sh** its remaining the same
I feel this music real as cubics you get framed in your chain
Theres minimal original im hatting the game
Now this music's sounding stupid useless lame and a shame
I got tracks like the crap cats have placed in the vain
Cus my scrolls as cold as coal poles staying enflamed
Im high as the sky like I was taking a plane
I got more lines than your mind aching in pain
F*** what you heard my words are raping your brain
Fakes shake lay awake hate praying im slain
F*** your slut in the butt bust im banging your dame
On the dick chicks with big tits engraving the name
I-L Exponent with the microphone component
rhymes enter minds and imploded opponents