brittle cats know I’m wicked with rhyme riddles…
I’m off the chain, totally off the hinges, insane
Bringing the pain, while folks linger with aim
Fiddle with fame and get how little they claim
Taking the maimed strain of an artist to corrupt…
Making a bigger name of a target to disrupt –
…thinking, selling us trash wrapped with a bow
Acts rap with no flow, textual content is low
But where’s the conscience in their shows
Still they blow big n sell millions of tracks
So let me fill in the gaps, it’s all an industry
And in the end we all know who the winners be?
Bringing you the product so we can buy it fast
Attire, cash, stacks of bundles, flashing a lifestyle
You ask me but might I, fight the eye in the pyramid?
Let me get violent with this lyric spit…silence me
Violently making me hush! Ready to crush competitors
The editor of syllable scheme blazing, letting off steam
Cream got dealt but heart felt music stopped quickly
What happened to those cats that used to drop sickly?
This here is tremor, crushing rumors with memos
Bending rhymes to fill sentences with venomous spit
Enemies’ trip from swift spittage slung slashing shit
Clashing with fists hitting assholes with sickness n wit
Now brittle cats know I’m wicked with rhyme riddles…
snabbis
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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