Freestyle is the sport I play,
say this rap phenom cant spit ish any other way,
cause when its free, its a new era,
cause when its free, its like the new world terror,
errors is just a mistake they can be corrected,
like me busten down wack mcees, now I believe Im respected,
check this, when the verse step in, and you spittin a written,
the real can tell, cause the writtens are just things to expell,
suspend in the air once a freestyle starts, and it is bright enough to light up the neighbourhood parks,
spot the marks and shoot lyrical darts, cart the wack to the cremetory for spittin dark,
my raps are now sharpened, and every word said the herd will follow,
so will the nomads, no man can step into the darkness, a sharp kiss,
isnt to be taken lightly, cause heartless emcees dont wanna fight me,
start this lyrical spark an this, mystical path to unleash an mcees wrath,
Im tired of emcees spittin wack,
so they gotta pull the stack of paper taped to there back,
and start hittin it real, cause to be steel in the rap mystism,
you have to know something, and you have to be able to spit to rhythm..
honest feed.
