man I rip a billion raps,
spitting quintillion verses in purgatory, verses bore me, and a million
rhythms the same story, a victim of same glory
aim for me, written lyrical algorithms they take from me
Cloning genetics, hectic, I’m left with,
intravenous vaccination assessment, to test that
I’m a prime candidate, with added traits,
Something like a mainstream droplet with faggot taste
then the lacerate, tell me, then FORCE me to masturbate
put me under tables, with lights surprising my tragic face
Mentally it aggravates,
so they take this opportunity to brainwash me inside this seeing havoc state
Worse part is, I can never even fight back
signed to a paper, they could take away my mic rap
like that, they don’t even care about my human side
They would rather commit a lyricism genocide…