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Scribbling rhymes a million times up in my head
When I rap in front of a crown you could be live or you could be dead im still gonna
Rip it like an expired ticket, overdid it no you didn’t rap til my soul is missing
Weather you bowling fishing hoping wishing or holding women
Slowly sinking or rising, keep your eyes on the prize when
In life times are depriviing you of your sanity you wonder where your mind went, we Bringing it back like Vertebrates but you won’t get your spine bent
To rap like me its all about the timing no apologising when free styling or when writing
I hope you like it, coz if you don’t that’s up to you
Im still gone make a buck or two before my rapping days are through
I’d like to strap a zute, sneeze and give you my rapping flue
But that wouldn’t be practical, DNA wouldn’t match with you
Only so much you can handle, my rhyme style will surround you pound you
Into the ground have your head in the mud like a cow do
Whats your value, not much more than a can juice
That’s why when you up on the mic no one can stand you
Im too much to handle, so don’t try take man for damn fool
Embarrass you back stage your whole show get cancelled
When the mic gets strangled and the mic lead gets untangled
Only a few can rock after me I move like a champ move
Get the crowd hype the place sound like a loud fight
Yo check my sound bites played from London to Crown Heights
Way before Ziplock, I was on the beach waring flip flop
While everyone played dancehall I repped hip hop
Years later i'm taking this to the tip top
With crazy flows over dope beats phatter than Rick Ross
Never slipped off, been into this since criss cross with a good ear to know if shits hot
Apply my own style to the vibe, all of the cyphers are wild
Coming on strong never mild, doing this since a child