Forever chasing victory
Focused on making history
That's why yo bitch
Ain't shit to me
My mind is glistening
Listening
To the rhythm
Of the river run
Standing under the sun
Yea we are one
Sum of two parts
Make a whole
Just hand me a microphone
I'll show
You the way
To the road
But I can't make you
Walk the path
Tho
I wish I could
You Don't know the half
Of the after math
All I need is one M
That's a million
Cash
Mother fucker
Pay Attention
Pay homage
I'm reckless and I'm bombing
Like Sadam
But I'm Dropping knowledge
On these kids heads
Like college
Educations
Fuck your occupation
Occupy the
Radio station
Murder your fav DJ
Take over rotation
Blazing L's
to the face daily
So amazing
Like Kanye West
I am waiting on my spaceship
Spit it through the wire
Retire
Black album inspired
Then come back
With that fucking fire
Kill the game
Got no priors
So Ill get off
with man slaughter
maybe self defense
These garbage artists
Make me wish
That I was deaf
Tear out my eardrums
Smash them on the floor
Just don't make me listen
To that shit anymore
Hope your ready for
Real Hip Hop
You can call this
A culture shock
So many people think
Their rappers
They need to stop
Taking drugs
Or maybe they need
To double their dosage
You'd have to be
Deaf , dumb and blind
To not know
I'm most potent
Yea its true
I'm smoking
Everyday dude
My flows on fire
151 proof
{{{Bottoms up
Yea Toast your glass
We finally made it
Here at last
I'm on top of the world
About to make a splash
Jump into the game
Lebron James
The track
But This ain't rap
Mannn
Yea It's my life
My only friends
Are the pen
The paper
And the Mic
That's why every night
I write
And record
Coming soon
To a town near you
My cd
Selling out the stores}}}
But until then
I am building
An arsenal of songs
For the children
Of the corn
Unborn
The scorned
Who ever want it
Can get it
Free download
Like porn
Another virus is born
Every time
That I spit
Lyricisms
Fuck a beat
Write raps to
The inner rhythm
Inside my head
Music shuffles all day
Replay
This the only way
To make it
Go away
Purple haze
In my brain
Got me
Walking strange
Like a pimp
Wit a limp
Who use a cane
But I am A
Miami Hurricane
Feel it surging
In my veins
When I brain storm
It actually rains
That prob went over
Ya head
Like some black clouds
When I'm in the post
Only time I back down
Balling hard on these kids
Like I'm playing in the championship
Popping bottles of champagne
Bitchhhh
{{{Bottoms up
Yea Toast your glass
We finally made it
Here at last
I'm on top of the world
About to make a splash
Jump into the game
Lebron James
The track
But This ain't rap
Mannn
Yea It's my life
My only friends
Are the pen
The paper
And the Mic
That's why every night
I write
And record
Coming soon
To a town near you
My cd Selling out the stores }}}
About the Creator
M.J. Rossin
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By M.J. Rossin3 years ago in Poets
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