whoa

i am afraid by myself/i admit i need help/i look deep inside my soul and see truth/in reality im not that different from you/well there is one difference my flow is so serious/that illiterates can distinguish it/

goofing around

I sit down and smirk/at the girl with the skirt/wit her eyes she starts to flirt/you can tell this girl dont go to church/she steps in front of me and says hello/i look up and down real slow/from those light green eyes to her red tipped toes/i introduce myself and she says i no you/i said really from where she said you fucked my sister fool/

im not a martain im a ghost/you cant see but im there haunting your dreams and desires/inside me theres a fire ready to erupt and destruct anything in its path/all these other rappers is ass terrible/its incredible that they have been able to last this long/on wack shit almost no one spits strong/its time to realize/that hip hop wasnt killed it committed suicide

just venting

as i sit alone in this dark place/i see a dark face/next to my wall space/i look at it and it smiles it tells me to be prepared/the fact that death is coming is no reason to be scared/i say fuck it you aint gonna take me now/i got to much to do to many lines to lay down/i tell him to go away that my way forward is clear/to shake and build up expectations like the contest of beer/