Hey guys, first post on the site. Hope you like.
I'm known to spit-shards, that hit-hard, I destroy and flip-bars,
I come sicker than Sars, leavin players twisted like flipped-cars,
I spit in ya direction till ya 'boil' from the taste-of-flame,
waste-ya-name, leave you with 'burnin' inspiration to chase-the-rain,
I ace-this-game, overdose on my lines like heroin and face-the-pain,
fuck lacin' ya drugs, bitch, I'm the type that'll lace-ya-veins
I come straight-in-games, remove teeth of those known-to-bite,
on stage I blow-and-ignite, it's no wonder I glow-on-a-mic,
I'm throwin-it-like this is my real chance-at-life,
I'd chance-the-strife for a strike like I'd dance-a-knife,
take all competitor's-on, head-strong, and kill-they-spits,
instill-the-grit to create beef... and straight up grill-the-shit!
these players are softer than sellouts in the industry,
real-emcees fight vigorously and distort faces of fakes like LSD,
fuck this hex-on-me, placed by the envious of whats ahead-of-me,
I look to the future of whats next-to-be and buzz like ecstacy,
I crash insincerities hard like collapsed business,
leave em disappear like a naughty kids wish-list at christmas,
I bring-twists, to the plot like a good movie always-will,
constantly morph and stay fluent, ya get stuck if ya stay-still,
these players state-kills, 'pop-the-slugs' and take 'lots-of-drugs',
but get dropped-like-mugs, as lyricists they're not-the-thugs,
like an author proof-reading, players betta watch-their-words,
I drop-the-herds of emcees in a minutes game - like spot-the-birds,
I got-the-urge to break every fake that ever-rose,
spray like severed-hose, stay true and never-pose!
- Danny JMC
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