Dat Flow.

Just a random rap. I'm vulgar. *shrug*

Hear the laughter of my madness-

While my anxiety throws a hissy fit.

Pushing daisies and tulips-

Last time I checked on my self-esteem and dreams.

Beaming in the misery,

Is a chance to get back at everyone who ever doubted me.

A want for victory-

And a middle finger to the clones using mimicry on stupidity.

F**k that validity,

You ain't got it.

I rock it,

Like the fourth of July.

Pyromaniac that's modest,

So I only say I spark the flames when I f*****g blaze,

Like it's 4/20 everyday.

They calling mayday when they see me,

When they used to pray.

Now my prey are in the eyes of a vultures.

F**k your culture if you ain't respecting mine.

I'm defined by a drive to never resign,

Even if my f*****g life sucks-

And I'm out of luck,

I'd never fold or bust.

I simple adjust before I combust,

And brush off the dust-

Like Jay said.

I ain't dead,

Just shredding negative emotions,

Like a filthy coating.

They figured I was broken-

But I found treasure in the trash.

Can't be bought by cash or swayed by some trashy ho's a*s.

I bash through the walls built by politicians on stilts,

Looking down-

F**k your crown,

I've been king since I popped out my moms.

Used to hold weapons in my palms,

Still got one- a microphone and my motherfucking scrotum.

A jerk like single father who can't get dates using Vaseline or lotion.

I'm smoking.

No leaves or tobacco.

But still hotter than tabasco.

Got you all tied down like a motherfucking lasso. Now...

That's flow.

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[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

sounds angry, little one, :D ----mishel