Little concept i thought of and ran with.
My writings are like a scripture, hidden under lock and key/
So if anybody wants to battle me, they cannot fuck with me/
I keep my lyrics secret, so they can't predict the punches, see/
But suddenly i get on one day, what do i fucking see?/
Everything is gone, all because of my computer crashing/
Allowing someone else to grab a mic, so you could do the bashing/
Of egos, of emos, of greebos and faggots/
Of re-throws of these old weak flows, and that is/
What pisses me off, it's like having your vocal chords ripped/
Now my medium's been destroyed, so looks like there's nothing for it/
I'm gonna have to transmit this shit to a written form, shit/
It's almost as though i've been a victim of identity fraud, bitch!/
It's like a scribe being overworked, and not getting paid/
Me having no sound's equivalent to Scott not getting laid/
It's his life, he doesn't care about anything else, consumes his frigging time/
And now it's all just been destroyed, which is shite!