Right now I'm wondering what the hell I'm reading At points I can't even believe what my eyes are seeing Others, I just want to poke em out til they're pouring, bleeding Random rap battles that start with spice and end with cliche And I think to myself what kind of shit did I step into today? I could rhyme a line, frontwards backwards circular but instead I just gaze helplessly in despair one more stanza will having me pulling out my hair It's so damn crazy, I gotta ask, are you a wannabe? Regardless I detect mines ahead so I wanna flee. Peace.
Notice what I bolded in my quote before starting. That was a horrible flow, no offense man Like the 'remixes' you made when you were Gan You think I forgot? It's still in my brain 'cause the uneven rhymes drove me batshit insane I really shouldn't bash 'cause it really isn't fair But why did you rhyme circular with despair? You're trying to step up but you're making me sick Tryin' to battle and come out with flows generic To understand your verse will having me pull a fit So I'll just and leave, I've had enough of this shit.
Of course my rhymes where shit, man!, I'll admit. Truth is, takes me five seconds to get over it. See, I don't mind a critic to tell me when I'm being bland And I rhyme circular with despair same way I'll rhyme Gan with Bland I guess I just wrapped a noose around my neck Cause, yeah, it's lame how the words don't even seem to connect Guess still, I'm just a generic kind of guy, don't use no high 'alikazam' to make me fly Damn me, a flow I have not, damn, caught up in between, I ain't dressed up and this ain't Halloween I'm not the water beating against a hollow rock, I've no Lego so I don't tear down the city blocks So, I guess I'm average but I can admit, I don't engage in the battle I just vomit all over it.
Not only does your excuse not make any sense But you rhymed bland with bland, God that's dense You shouldn't even bother to battle, my two cents All you're doin' is dissin' yourself. No self-confidence! I'm still on the fence about whether you're joking Either I'm taking the piss or done too much toking Poking at your verse 'cause it seems to have flatlined It's just perversely put together like Frankenstein If you're leaving the rap game here's something you should know Don't call yourself lame and quit in your own flow.
Too much Minus buttkissin' ITT You know your rhymes read like facebook about me's You're new to hip hop, stop spittin' those lines You down on the ground, while i'm up on a piiinee - tree N***** your shit ain't nothin on me You've gotten raped once, twice, thrice Bro, you got HIV - Now I hate to be blunt But in Australia - we leave it at "fuck ya, cunt"
Course I'm joking, takes me all of a moment to write - these It's pretty obvious that I've been taken all the blows pretty light-ly. Blinded, shades cover up the sun so I just sit back, feel the light breeze Turn on the tube and watch the replay on the Nightly Hear a reverb before the sarcasm camp 'a come to Knight me Sirens call and their light falls upon the blood of a battle so - mighty Find the one wild card, rest of em use one sound to end each line, it's redundant but it's 'iight, see? Like a spiraling whirlwind of what I call my "Ki" Tear out the drawers that were locked so tightly Acquire the spell of plight that erupts with an abrupt "E".
Jordan - I think you need a lesson in linguistics 'cause your flows are handicapped like the Special Olympics Wheelchair bound, while I'm so high it's hard to see You're in a tree, I'm in space. Call me Odyssey. If this were a race I'd be first and you'd be out of time Everyone spittin' 10 lines and you've got... nine? And while you may be blunt, n**** I've got about five Smokin' on that skunk tree just to feel alive. And yes I got raped. I'll admit it's true man. I got raped by your mom. She's a big woman.
Why does everyone think I seem to care? They say they rap from the heart but they don't know where Let me make something clear, 'One's third person doesn't give a shit. Sitting here white flag ablaze, give it a rest my eyes have been lit. Keep spitting, sooner or later you'll run outta luck. Looking back man, I be like 'What the fuck?' Ya'll go ahead lose your self as it unfolds. I'll leave y'all far behind as yah tussle (How cold) Watching your carnage and my clip I'll fail to unload Cuz I'm not like that friend, chill mode.