
i'ma write something new soon, i just have this exhibition coming up so work is takin all of my time.

here it goes:
These rhymes gon' ace clocks,cause they takin tests of time
When words come out by the flock, critics peck on minds
i'm old news since "Front Page" but i'm back with heat, lyrical
Ammo with taste & more C4 to blow ,Ten plus four and ME,
I'm more mature and grown ,So i'm havin some Drones flown to
Da forum to stop nerdy newbies talking about having their "job's blown"
Its sickening, i've lost my mind readin all this fuked up EMO-shit
Fukin up our E-motion, consistently bombin da vibe & the Emo-tion
So i blast these silly noobs with God like vexity,its simplified complexity
Cause when i put my foot down,even big foot stares in apparant perplexity
But let the readers ask ,"wats he talkin bout, is he fukin kiddin me"
Well this verse itself's a metaphore,let me break it down like nursery,
All i wrote about is Bombs & violence, it represent my sick mentality
Frustrations bound with killer silence, while I sit n watch this inhumanity
It aint the noobs i rhymed about, its the Gaza Strip catastrophe,see
You might not think it makes sense, but it potrays a dark reality.
Time was of the least importance, it never reali meant to me,cause
When ur brother lives to die, every minute can take eternity, some
Silly bars cant really capture what words simply cannot define, see
I'd ask you to read my shit again, but you might not have the time.
i'd appreciate any sorta feedback

Peace