an the tempers the same so im goin till there is no breath left
and my chest pumps less an my flow jumps stress
thats why i always press coz the tall rays bless
less if you aint tyring your best thats why im buying the test
an i aint lying the rest will come, an im loyal so im flying the nest for some
an i guessed that one still wants me to fail well maybe more than one
but im still here son, spitting strong splitting song hitting thong,
see i aint never leaving your punches i use clever weiving
beef im passed it to much contrast shit, i just wanne perfect my style
and re-erect the smile and i expect a vile venom to spit
whenever a open my mouth n vocals come out of it
first verse for a track im writing, feed please
