Question

Free-style 11:34

Answer 1

So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and s***
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music s***, I lose my s***
Ain't got s*** to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you better trade your f-ing mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then f*** you!
Self esteem must be fluttering shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the f*** I disgust you I must be allergic to failure
cause every time I come close to it I just sneeze,
but I just go atchoo then achieve!

Answer 2

Yo bro your better than me now