see the problem with you toys is that you could never
imitate me or my stylo. Off the top, you tried so hard but
you couldn't do the god justice because of the obvious hate in
your blood for me. Plus, on the real, you toys bring nothing to the table.
never drop gems. never really done anything for the culture. whether
black culture or even more specifically bboying.
You want it to be rambling but you staight up ignore the fact that I don't
just speak realness out of nowhere,
i actually live it.
Turbulent
Plus, if we were to actually analyze what just happened here, you think
you stylin on me but let's look deeper into this. it ain't hard to tell, you jockin
heavy. i stay on your mind yet my legend keeps expanding while yours is non
existent. I done lived the equivalent of three lifetimes,
broke bread with people you look up to. see you'll never truly understand
the game i'm spitting cause it wasn't meant for lames to dig, ya dig? Females
you wish you could simp on, i done things to that would make you wonder how
i does it. but see you don't understand it's nothing to someone who has knowledge of self.
you'se a square yet you trying to be part of the cypher. You dudes are straight bobo
the clown status. all you do is try to take from the culture that birthed your lifestyle and
yet you never give back. it's too many culture vultures. you probably dissed me cause
i made you look bad infront of a female you've been running after by exposing
how fuggazi your whole philosophy is. mad at me cause i'm me.
keep it a hundred, you should be mad at you, not me. get your weight up. your name
rings no bells. my legacy is cemented. fukk what you talking about if it's not based
in anything substantial. my words corroborate my character. keep trying to portray a fake
persona though. chasing love trying to get brownie points. keep being a zombie, see
where it takes you. I represent fully by my words and deeds. you're barely alive,
let alone representing anything. you don't even represent yourself. marinate on that.
Turbulent
Turbulent
Close, but there's too many commas that actually make sense

I though that I was the only one.
Hi I'm ...a creepy pervert who tries to hit on any and everything that I think might have a vagina.



