writer's block week

[Just Silver]

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I'm not a street poet or a book writer
I just live for the cyphers, spit shit at camp fires
Hotter than the coals in the pit if you stand in
I want the type of money I could just throw a grand in ...like what the hell
Corny rappers rap about magical spells
But I've got a better eye forming impressive line for line my standardized
Battle time, war zone, pen versus paper, and my mind is near gone
I'm all here alone, visions from the stoned
Hatchets and tennis rackets stay slicing my foes
Hockey stick to the dome That's the goal
For any snitch , rat fag bitch or a mole
Until it's under control like the spacebar
Gettin high at the spacebars while ET mixed the tonic
Sitting in the swivel , out the window there's a close comet
I suppose my flows progress, or more than that
I'm the fucking quarterback lord of raps fuck a ring
Homo ass Frodo better get into shoe polishing
I just got a scuff, so I'm yellin to that curly fuck
My stomach is turning up from all of the turn ups
Pills popped like Duck hunt more pills than a drug bust
No dog to laugh since I'm always on track
Light gun thoughts, multiple ammunitions strapped
Trying to get into business with my local witnesses
I'm trapped and tapped, drinking tap dancing water
Suffering bastard, had no dad to call the orders
And the mother could never afford shit
The rest of the family vanished after casket aftermath
Grandmother died haven't seen the fam after that
NOw I'm just a pen and pad lab rat
Coming through here and there with unique and abstract
Type of raps in a limousine squeezing into scenery

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