yeah... mak is back, and i just wrote a new verse... if anyone wouldn't mind givin me any opinions...
Ayo it's instantly
A dope rhyme spittin fiend, a diss machine
Washin out any wack rappers just like Listerine
Or Mr. Clean, tearin mics in half, I just split the seam
Into the room I slip unseen, you run so fast you rip ya jeans
So I keep pushin the bar until I, reach the limits
You speakin timid, you so scared once we get in it
So breathe a minute, while I leave mics lethal dented
I leave weak people finished cause I keep on winnin
Let's make it happen, and those who fake in rappin?
We blazin, smackin, all the way from the A to Staten
Half of you fakin, actin so ima just take it back and
At a quick rate, attackin flip you so fast I create a backspin
My pen is maximum security, it's Mak, I know you heard of me
I'm back, to get the currency, you wack? we gonna burn ya G
An actual emergency, the track revives with words from me
And I never hesitate to get attackin suckas verbally