Lol, like before, wrote this real fast and i wanted to get some feed on it before i edited it and made the final verse.
Thinkin of a master plan
To get these hip hop heads eatin out my hand
Cause when you look at all the effort and time ive spent
You'll see ive dug deep but have only come up with lent
With a little luck ive went from no one straight to the top
If your contemplatin the drops you'll see im creatin a shock
Thats makin ya rock yo head, to some its a great mystery
But the second i taste victory im goingto make history
It ain't trickery, im comin right at you this is real spittin
The ideal written is nothing to what this spiels gettin
The steels hittin you like a crow bar, its so hard
My flow's charge will knock you out leavin yo throat scarred
My hopes large, so i will not tolerate this dull parade
I will step up and fight the system while ya'll afraid
I won't fall away, I'll come up with a face of scars
And then hit you with the beat till you taste the bars