Rappin’ 4 Survival

The Dean of this class full of monsters I’m schooling,
When I’m loading up a big Winchester I’m shooting,
Up to a sky,
So illusive when you’re trapped in the bottom of a Croc pool…

This…
Life of mine,
Where I drown inside,
Of my own tears…
Is so clear,
When I show mere glimpses,
Of a struggle given by a God…
Who saw something in me,
Even If I was found resting 6-feet,
Deep!
From,
All the wrestling against this demon!
Hanging happily on my shoulders…

Bring it on!
While I get closer.
To a finish line you couldn’t get over.
With the Boom Bap you wish you had more of.
Face it!
I became the leader of the pack when I mowed up,
All the competition fallen to the curse of the Lotus.
Only shining from the Ice they stole from…

Been a while since I’ve been so confident,
With so many rhymes flowing through my esophagus.
I don’t mean to smush rappers full of incompetence,
I just like to eat rappers fast when the Sun’s down like Ramadan…
This!
Will never stop,
When your own kids recognize who’s the king of our Block.
I’m the favorite of your favorite artist when I run Shop.
It’ll cost you,
Dearly,
If you ever decide to shoot shots.
Because,
Writing is my life…
Try to steal it from me and I’m putting middle fingers in the sky,
Like Tupac.
And,
Stomp a mother fucker out till my boot’s rot!
In a war I was placed in…
With reasons unknown…

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**Disclaimer!**

Good afternoon beautiful Universe! I just wanted to express my joy for Battle Rap, a competition between two Emcees to see who is the most creative. So, in light of that, I dedicate this piece to a part of hip hop that has kept me safe and sound, away from the streets. Please enjoy, I love y’all 💜🌌✌