I spit legit non-counterfeit shit quick,
abusing the alphabet,
to create lyrical bliss.
I don't miss,
I am always on the mark,
creating verbal forest fires,
from small linguistic sparks.
Writing ringtones for your eyes,
from my soul not my mind,
I don't write to beats,
my words create their own kind.
You will see me in the streets,
writing poetry,
it is a blessing and a curse,
this fuckin verbal alchemy.
My own laws I obey,
I never portray,
to be something I'm not,
I just say what I say,
kicking up dust,
stirring up lust,
disturbing peoples attention is no desire,
it's a must.
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I spit rhymes faster,
than a sword drawn by a samurai master,
creating love or disaster,
writing lyrics from the perspective of a poor fatherless bastard.
I inject venom in my spit,
when I get fuckin pissed,
I use the world as my sounding board,
while I disregard all the risks.
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I am who you read,
freestyling through life is for me,
I believe,
that words can be more powerful than an infantry.
Use a knife in this fight,
and I'll use my words,
how absurd you thinking you can cut me before I sever your last nerve.
We can do physical confrontation,
or verbal altercation,
I will come out on top,
causing your hesitation with my verbal assimilation,
as you fight your own frustrations,
as I rap circles around your ass as you stand dumbfounded in amazement.
Basement... get up out of that hole,
be proud to stand up for what you live for,
love yourself,
do not accept defeat,
get back on your feet as I poke my hook through this meat...
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I spit rhymes faster,
than a sword drawn by a samurai master,
creating love or disaster,
writing lyrics from the perspective of a poor fatherless bastard.
I inject venom in my spit,
when I get fuckin pissed,
I use the world as my sounding board,
while I disregard all the risks.
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I use my words to write the story of my life,
because not despite,
the fact I was mostly shadowed from light,
living in abandonment's spite,
on this planet always feeling it was night.
But now I'm awake, and I can see straight,
I wouldn't be who I am without my hate or drug addict traits,
I"m no longer a disgrace,
I give back what I take,
the bed I lay in is the bed I fuckin make.
Abusing the alphabet,
but being kind to all else,
is how I can feel good about myself.
If you doubt your own talents,
just look at me,
accepting my gifts graciously,
living patiently,
appreciating proudly what this fatherless bastard become to be.
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I spit rhymes faster,
than a sword drawn by a samurai master,
creating love or disaster,
writing lyrics from the perspective of a poor fatherless bastard.
I inject venom in my spit,
when I get fuckin pissed,
I use the world as my sounding board,
while I disregard all the risks.
-stevieb 2k110724
