Stand Tall-Critique

[classthe_king]

This is probably a better place
Again tell me whats good, whats bad and how i can do better

I fight to get it, the fame, glory, triumph; it’s always the same story, I pump
My heart and soul into this game, the quarry lies stunned
Wondering how it happens, take blame or he dies gunned
They say they envy and that they adore my fun
But they can’t see that they won’t envy me before I’m done
So stand tall, don’t back down, whoop some ass
Fight back; trust me those bitches will succumb fast
Become unsurpassed, the outdone first class will meet the wrath of the undone third class
So be done, contrast, and show the bitches your willing to cum in their ass.
No one says you can’t, it’s the true chant of rappers willing to decant the pain and anger
Of the slain and strangled into this rap or screwed rant
You pant, stop and put your head on your knees, dreadin police,
Just another petty thief, hand on your gun, cocked, ready to squeeze.
He comes and one shot leaves him dead in a heap, you drop the gun, start to run
You’re done; you sweat and feel like it’s a hundred degrees.

We sound all happy in our raps, but we’re trapped, it’s a matter of fact yo
Our pains de lato, But that ain’t why we rap though,
We scrap so we can stay alive; we got shit handed to us,
So we use our wit granted to us to spit candid humors,
Were shit, stranded tumors leaching off society,
We ain’t learnin from your teachings. Why would we wanna be a rich white boy?
When we could spit bright joy, to the youth, its truth,
We use sick, spite ploys to mix blight noise and master this rap shit,
Turn your life around you fat bitch, the roads back there it’s to late we’ve passed it,
We’ve gotta make with what we’ve got a group of massed wit,
The low class niche, the brothers were trapped with, we’ve gotta adapt quick,
I’ve mapped it out for you mother fuckers but you have snatched it
Out of my hands and cashed it
For a little money your like fat boys you need it to feed your fat ass with.

You mother fuckers try to judge me but you don’t understand
I meant all I’ve said bitch it was my own blundered rant
To unanimously release these one hundred chants
Don’t tell me what the fuck to do; I ain’t your drone under command
I’m prone to plunder my rands. What the fuck am I sayin you don’t understand
Here were back again, this is how we started, with you bein so fuckin dumb it’s retarded.
So stop and listen as my rhymes and the beat swap and fission,
Force clots and pissin, leave ya shot and missin, it brought collisions
They’re done, no choice, this is not volition, it’s my proposition to stop the opposition,
Ive topped cognition, im just the top musician
I here nonstop rendition from the kids all the time,
We have predisposition like two hot twins kissin
Were in position to force and imposition and have em wishin
We wouldn’t spin and kick em on the ground,
They found out the hard way the consequences of their contrition