was just writing and seeing were it took me, no concept or anything just a bog standard verse
i can do it pen pencil or crayon
i still lay on untill the day gone
see that the timing of my rhyming is on point
like i be miming when im rhyming on this joint
the clock will tick on till i lock my spit gone
but i talk and slip none n know i have the last laugh
as i smash fast what they thought i wouldnt blast past
so really i see i bring reality to what i thought was only fantasy
for a fan to say you were grand today
so i planned the way scanned to slay
any man who weigh a foot in my way
so i go as i flow on a lonely road
the only mode available to be paid in full
or ill be made a fool, but succes i packed plenty
then i backed twenty wack men tae try resent me
as i present free skill n they re-invent feeble
in a tree full of week tools, you still aint the sharpest branch
you take the easy way ill conquer the hardest chance
Explination - Talk/Tock - as the clock ticks on it tocks and i slip none/i talk (as in rapping) and slip none