Dead Wrong

[CopyPat]

There’s several different levels to text origins: more or less
Spewin rap devices, handle business, sampling records in em
Channeling Eminem, for fandom, angry, just savage
But I don’t get into that, I kicked the habit
I just speak you to death with sentences that leak through your head
And I never treat you unless the fuckin, speech looks fresh
I got a 9 in my pocket, I’m lyin
I got a rhyme in my noggin, and baby I'm just dyin to drop it
I’m ready for words, you’re ready for words
I got a bevy of terms for any faggot that said he was learned
My verse is as clever as yours, yeah you met me before
I just kick like martial artists when I get in the door
Smarter than ever before, I lay a set on the board
With my knowledge spread on the text messages, read on my wall
Read all my feelings, read all my glories, get a new story
Let up a second, get up the courage, then I’m ready to record
I rep songs