Tired of writing with recycled thoughts, writers block
Hypin drops like my life will stop if this site don’t pop.
My flows old, my style so cold drop response below O
Battle mode like that’ll show I got the game in a chokehold.
Gotta step to movin, follow Darwin get to evolution
This test is stress inducin goin forward seein less improvement.
A pest, a nuisance every breath im losin I quiver and shake
Til I wither and break, hearts a pin and you tripped the grenade.
Missile is aimed at my ribs and its cage, this life im preachin
Is joked in rhymes but I choke sometimes over defeat when,
Rappins your life, you try to grasp every problem you have
This is my air see, no wonder im clutchin the oxygen mask.