@@Scoodaly I'm a better freestyler than you multi-syllable rhyming influenced by Rakim Kool G Rap Big Daddy Kane Eminem and Big Pun so many others I'll wrap circles around you man
@@3dpoolltv Lol! We can set up a rap battle if you want my crew vs yours, I’ll slam you on the ground like hulk breaking multiple floors. I’ll wrap you up like a present and whatever I said I meant it. Yah punk, I got your number and I called it yo momma threw that ass back and I caught it. It kinda smelled like she farted I’ll leave you dumb found starstruck and retarted.
Here I stand, just another despondent pariah, fishhook stuck on either end Feeding my flesh to the fire Indicision weighed against what a victim I've been Churning through the rivits of the past and effects that its had The trees crest and swoon, underneath the Cresent moon, all I see beyond is giving credence to the rampage My depressive mood, something I've become atuned to, shedding pass me bys Every step I can't take. Its true commitment to role you've been given to fumble in indicision, and wash your hands of redemption To feel the fibers of your conscience being teathered to convictions and pompous policy's peddaled by the human condition Somehow to Levitate is more akin to terror strikes then setting foot in either space You're fucked, whatever you decide Diffused and relegated to whichever loosing side can sympathize and feed the rage, the cycle starts to come alive
First
Bet you weren’t the first to freestyle on it
First and the last
@@Scoodaly I'm a better freestyler than you multi-syllable rhyming influenced by Rakim Kool G Rap Big Daddy Kane Eminem and Big Pun so many others I'll wrap circles around you man
@@3dpoolltv Lol! We can set up a rap battle if you want my crew vs yours, I’ll slam you on the ground like hulk breaking multiple floors. I’ll wrap you up like a present and whatever I said I meant it. Yah punk, I got your number and I called it yo momma threw that ass back and I caught it. It kinda smelled like she farted I’ll leave you dumb found starstruck and retarted.
Here I stand, just another despondent pariah, fishhook stuck on either end
Feeding my flesh to the fire
Indicision weighed against what a victim I've been
Churning through the rivits of the past and effects that its had
The trees crest and swoon, underneath the Cresent moon, all I see beyond is giving credence to the rampage
My depressive mood, something I've become atuned to, shedding pass me bys
Every step I can't take.
Its true commitment to role you've been given to fumble in indicision, and wash your hands of redemption
To feel the fibers of your conscience being teathered to convictions and pompous policy's peddaled by the human condition
Somehow to Levitate is more akin to terror strikes then setting foot in either space
You're fucked, whatever you decide
Diffused and relegated to whichever loosing side can sympathize and feed the rage, the cycle starts to come alive