I kinda just wrote this in the vets section in 4 bar intervals, yeah it was pretty much a freestyle minus spitting on a mic, I don't even have a beat but figured I'd post:
They might not like I don't have time in the streets,
But they'd love the fact I can rhyme to a beat,
Plus with this passion being designed to compete,
I know I'd of blown up yeah I'd climb to the peak,
Plus with every line I'm inclined to repeat,
In a different way the genius every time I speak,
Cause I go all out and fuckin grind the weak,
Till I'm the only left with my mind won't delete,
The shit I've been through as I find what I seek,
I'm all about the money but each dime is bleak,
Cause money makes assholes and if I'm what I eat,
I'm a rapper, fuck six feet I'll end up nine deep,
But I ain't goin out yet so when my spine leaks,
And I'm layin dead dying fucking lining the sheets,
For my coffin I'm a turn to a ghost, rewind pleats,
And resurrect myself, hell I'll turn into a prime beast...
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