Fa-Q - Respect

[Fa-Q]

I did the second verse with Low Key so if it sounds familiar that's why...enjoy

Every bar I've written, has been refined, yet it isn't diminishing much,
Every verse is incomplete, because I haven't put my finishing touch,
I've been winning, never losing, now I'm just wishing for clutch,
So I can Adam Vinitari every last one of you, showing my treasure chest,
But to show you my treasure chest, I can prove how you measure best,
Its looking for itself, but my hearts on the line,
Its looking for itself, so I guess that parts gone to find,
It seems like every fuckin rapper is somehow on their grind,
Its a laughable matter, something you don't have to earn,
Its a lesson, these sorry MC's, won't have to learn,
I hear it now, it started out quiet, but now my anger's knocking,
I thought, amongst the crowd, it was just a stranger talking,
But its inside me now, and enveloped me, now I'm a danger walking,
Now, the list for hell, I'm locked in, I can smell the toxin,
My twisted mind, on the long list, is listed as nine,
Now I'm finally locked in, top ten, just like Rakim,

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,

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,
Good MC, shit by today's standards, that's an oxy moron,
Its like your minds are already dense, with mental blocks poured on,
You can't win at chess, with a king and just ignoring the pawn,
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, sit there adoring the 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,

Respect, see I could make an attempt to teach the rest,
But I'm not exempt, even my mind cheats the test,
HipHop is sinking quickly, yall are drowing in quick stand,
And now I have a burning temper, how much can this wick stand,
So to get to the top of it all, I have to have a strict plan,
These weak MCs may of heard of the best, but half their prick fans,
Never show respect to the pioneers, and the artists buy the cheers,
If Pac and Big were alive, they would probably lie in tears,
See each of them, gave their lives, they dies to guard it,
Hip hop died in '06, that's probably when my cryin' started,
But I'll show no weakness now, like Detriot, I'm lion hearted,
I'm bound to hiphop now, my soul's tied, just try an' part it,
Yall just dip your toes in the shallow end, just part of your feet,
So, to show you how to show respect, I'll use this guitar beat,
I'll show you where Hip Hop, my soul, and heart meet,
Its coming back, but we have to stop the weak, before it starts to repeat,

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,

[Just Silver]

This sounds like it would be a great audio good flow and overall great multis

overall 9.6/10

[Fa-Q]

Thanks Fran and Silv

[Fa-Q]

haha Thanks Fran