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Little do I know, when I'm spittin at my show
when I'm grippin' at these goals I slip and fall so slow
I'm appauled but I know, the only show I present
is my mind's audiance, which also rerpesents
the detested looks I get when I speak my mind
I proceed this time, to slip in a casket, blind
I ask my grind, if I have life left in me
my cleft is touching my knees, I cry and bleed
you decide my need, is useless, worthless
so if I burst this, will you then appreciate my verses?
Do I have to add curses, vulgarity, destruction
must I be a figure of curruption, blow up this junction
explode with agression, I hardly think I should comprimise
with lies, slander, anger, or I should prompt a fight
to make you understand, my style is my own
on the Microphone, like DQ I spit to my heart's tone
anger sparks bones, a tony stark clone, alone
A genius with the mind, but spittin' deaf stones
McMaybe, James R, Sa Diablo,respect
cause if you didn't help me, I would never expect
To be the verbal tech, I developed to today
you all showed me the way, Now I'm here to stay
spittin my thoughts, feelings, numbness I'm feeling
the reeling mind is just as dangerous as life stealing
in the bottomless pits, an abyss I miss
cold heartedness in the mist, expeled by spit
I felt my wrist, the viens blue, heart pumping ice
I start jumping, why, the lumping isn't nice
a poet in a seat, defeated, quill feather is heat
the weather is sleet, everything is better when weak
the letters I speak, is experienced to the elite
at the speed of light, my mind can't keep up with me
I carry a disease, as scary as these nightmare dreams
I really fight bare streams, my flow dives in steams
I get burned, skin melts off from the shame
guns to blame, give birth to my lyrics, my son's a game