Running in cycles
Spinning my life
In typhoons
Make mistakes
Lose life
If I can make , A break
I hate the fake
Despite the real reality
That You take
But I do endorse it
The feeling of k**ing more m
Spilling tears then enjoy it
Captured fears , my grip tight for many years
I lose faith
As my fate soon disappears
Then I step back , snatch your ear
And tell you find it
I spit this on you infants
While I kick this
Wickedness
Notice the diffe-rence
Grab a hollow tip and pad when you at
Distant
No aim a**istant
I aim at distance
Give plenty fades , like the barber at the tip
Of your wig-split
Splitting edge , my clips on eclipse on the top of your head
Lean left and fall off the ledge
Lean right and fall until d**h
Either way you set yourself up For being dead
And
Story said I seen you take your last breath
Then I took it
Calling anybody that want to get bodied
On avalanches of bodies
Then advance to different hobbies
I move like a missionary
Wishing good luck too these adversaries
They say k** em I say bro sure
But instead I give brochures
To take a detour
Too where my feet rest
Jump off the pedal stool
And place your neck
New School Leader spit ether
At decoys , drop down k** all
Then deploy
No hesitation or resistance in the making 2017 kiyshun f**ing compilations
I feel like my sh** don't stink , I guess I'm so use too this constipating
Use too them minimizing
The minute , the adrenaline
Start desensitizing
You feminine rappers look for the minimum
On every drum break , my punchlines get deeper
I tweak like the twitch in drug addict face
When the coke line
Start fiending em
That's not a bar , that's a fact
Like a tip of the day
100 dollars my way
Now that's double entendre
Told you I was coming for heat
But in the summer like
When you sleep and breathing under the covers
Either that or you scared , to be aware
You should be well awared
And prepare
To be made into
Small strips , thinner...than a piece of hair
This is the lockness, waking up Greek gods
To empty pockets , throw Molotov and rockets
You been at ball , so I smacked it
Hit the picture right in his head
Yea that don't rhyme
I just needed too that bar
Too take up some time
I see the careers of the future
And it stops here , like a red light
You damn right , you rappers have no
Room ignite took the flame
I blow like cobain or Bostain (Boston)
You flow like dryed up wall paint
You boring
And I been wanting too see my lifespan
Be as long an infinite
Lifetime
[TDE's New Comer]