Textual Healing

[CopyPat]

I don’t really have to act like I’m packin
9’s or milly’s, that’s just fact, it’s not happenin
Rhymes are illy, tracks are phat when I crack em
Cause I just really rap to rap about rappin!
The truth when he spat sick, rhyming diseases
Smooth and elaborate, lines of a genius
I do plenty classes, to pilot mc’s cause
Too many rappers just cry in their pieces
The highest achievement is learning to be real
Rhyming is easy if your gonna preach killin
Death n hate, never celebrate
What lies in my feelings is a yearning for peace still
Determined to keep dealin in positivity
My verses are deep, but still in that raw vicinity
I’m earning my keep, skill in the top ability
And nursing mc’s cause they not as ill as me
Honest, it could be some next shit, simply dope
But ya’ll just sit and think I flexed this, since it flows
Common senses seem neglected in ya whole
Persona bitches, this is net shit.. really jokes
Silly old dudes sittin behind a keyboard
Really don’t do what I’m tryin to see more
Spitting oldschool is the rhymes I fiend for
But pity oh gloom is the kinds I read more
And guys just beef or pretend to be hardened
They mindless geeks with their enemy targets
It’s mentally retarded to argue in threads when
Pathetically starving for all the attention
So call me a henchman, cause I slave to the rhythm
But I always impress when displayin a written
Ya probly upset since you played in the system
Why all these defenseman should change their position



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