Jack Y'all Trades (long/please feed)

[Spyder]

Multies/Internals
My tasks begun takin my vocabulary to the maximum
Perfect specimen like Gattaca mixed with Gatlin Guns.
Think my rap habits are average, bashed when the track hits
Gas to matches y’all cant cartograph my status,
Emcee’s get ravished and raped when trapped in the cage
Tattered battered and scraped at the last of your days
Ive mastered your ways, fathom art to spit classic bars
All together tarnished more carnivores than Jurassic Park.

Emotion
These individual themes flow like a river and stream
I can’t drift into sleep so how could I image a dream.
Is it just me, or can others see what ive become to be
So many masks over me I gasp and start smothering,
I fumble rhymes and stumble for lies under pressure and stress
So every breath out my chest could be my last gesture I guess
I treasure some rest, im looking forward to the next step
Maybe ill be refreshed or just closer to my deathbed.

Punches
Lyrical holocaust drops knock the Earth from rotation
I curse what you praisin, every verse is amazin
The first of creations like the birth of this nation
Try to mimic my thoughts but just a worse imitation.
Talkin about magical leaves like Adam, apples and Eve
My backlash lash fast take your adam’s apple and leave
These old habits gone, shit think you ‘macin-Tash’
Spit it raw hit ya core leave ya crushed into applesauce
Laughin stock, I don’t make it rain but I stop the drought
Ask if I ‘come dope’ well my dicks always ‘caught-in-mouth’
These fake emcees try to win end up kissin the belt
When he comes knockin ‘invite-em-in’ hes a risk to ya health.

-no shot at Tash

Storytelling
Kid 16 sits on his stoop bumpin to the rhythm of blues
Still ridiculed hence why hes been missin from school
He listens to fools, remain calm try to handle his fevers
Relates to No Ceilings cause he don’t have any either.
Cause ya see uh gangs was the only answer that night
He went from broke with no lights to holdin a knife,
So it was tight, now hes ownin the fights its controllin his life
So many faces he can’t get his persona’s all right.
Its late when is fate is made, just walkin around
Hometown fame so his name the talk of the crowds
From peddlin bikes to peddlin drugs but moms isn’t proud
Till an undercover ask for some shit to knock him right out
Makes the deal his fate is sealed he’ll be locked in the house
3 o’clock when the heater pop now the cops on the ground.
Now a 16 year old convict, from thinkin bars he could write
To actually livin that story and now bars are his life.

[Fa-Q]

That wasn't too long...the multis and intern sounded a lot like Infinite shit...but pretty good...why don't you make eac of these individual songs?

[classthe_king]

Didn't like the multis one. The emotional one was great. Ask if I ‘come dope’ well my dicks always ‘caught-in-mouth, That line was great in the punchline one. The story telling one is alright

[Spyder]

thanks class

That wasn't too long...the multis and intern sounded a lot like Infinite shit...but pretty good...why don't you make eac of these individual songs?

the title is a play off the saying "jack of all trades" which means you did a bit of everything

which is what i did here

[Fa-Q]

Oooooo ...I get it

[Spyder]

thanks for checkin