Respect, something you won't ever reach,
Respect, something that has to be earned,
Respect, you could spit fire, but its the last to be burned,
Low Key
the path to being respected and accepted is complicated
sometimes it can feel like years of constant waiting
before you're even contemplated. the constant hating
is directed your way, in different dialects and you pray
that people won't take you as someone directly insane
and actually, the voice in the back of me is scared shitless
it's none of their business, but none of them would dare spit this
rare sick shit that confuses more people than the blair witch did
it's not fair is it? that people toy with me and begin avoiding me
just because of that day i sat down and started eating nosily
i can't fill up the void in me and it's annoying me, destroying me
people are enjoying it, having a feeding frenzy on my misery
but i keep them trembling with my mystery, my history
keeps them remembering not to mess with my emotions
the commotion surrounding me is louder than the ocean
and surrounding me like the clouds do, when can i say that i've found you?
look around you it's safe to say i'm the only one who can astound you
baby, this started off as a song about being accepted into the rap game
but like a detective you've crept up on me and affected me in that way
like you always do, this hallway's new and i think i'm lost again
when i got with you it was like i gained a girlfriend but i lost a friend ..
Respect, something that you can never teach,
Respect, something you won't ever reach,
Respect, something that has to be earned,
Respect, you could spit fire, but its the last to be burned,
Fa-Q
And just as the waves expose, part of the weak rock,
I'm gonna keep doing this, until my heart beats stop,
Being an artist at heart, see that's the hardest part,
Every negative comment, its like a shot with the sharpest dart,
But I'll move on, swim in a ocean full of sharks,
I'm a doberman, and out my voice box, I pull barks,
Cause I've got to get out of force mode, and transform,
Maybe I'll convert everything to morse code, now my hands warm,
Respect, that's a open joke, its an egg, with broken yoke,
Its a fire, with a blunt in its mouth, tokin' smoke,
Its a laughable matter, something you don't have to earn,
Its a lesson, these sorry MC's, won't have to learn,
Good MC, shit by today's standards, that's an oxy moron,
Its like your minds are already dense, with mental blocks poured on,
As each day passes,the dreams of BIG and Pac's more gone,
I'm tired of you all, so prepare for my morning yawn,
Its so you guys can prepare, for its my morning of dawn ..
Respect, something that you can never teach,
Respect, something you won't ever reach,
Respect, something that has to be earned,
Respect, you could spit fire, but its the last to be burned,
any feed is appreciated
This whole thing was dope 
I honestly have no complaints besides Low Key, make your lines a little bit shorter. But i'm deffinately glad to see some more shit from you. You got alot of talent, keep getting better. And fa-q that was fire. Your flow was great everything was sounded perfect in my head. 
