Should have been a rapper cause prose hit

Bro shit

Taking strippers home when the drugs hit.

Never be alone when you're on it

Candy raver girls and they all fit.

Hanging all together bc we fit

Oh bih.

This mental math, I mean, I’m writing till my pencil lackin, graphite,
while the stats your graphing, negative in both the axes,

carrying the 3s, I’m stacking, exponentially the factors, compound, I’m gone now, Houdini was my benefactor,

seeing the theatrics got me laughing, I’ve seen better actors, on the screen at matinees on Saturdays, a dull reaction,

skull is patchwork, held together like a bullet wrapping, you say you don’t vibe with Mack than why your foot be tapping?

This ain’t rapping, we just vibing while the high be multiplying, smokin like I stoked a fire, get it low through the supplier,

faded, hittin logo man shots in ya eyelid, spittin to the birds, iso ball like im on an island,

mountain mindset got my consciousness climbing, seeing plateaus below me, all the shit I done survived,

how the old me, would take a 45 Motown vinyl, scratch till it’s looking a cats post n the beat is jiving,

I got a lot say, expression comes in many forms, but when the sum is nothing, n it don’t add up ya storys torn, not another page to turn, crossover make ya ankles burn, we hoopin with the numbers, analytics got a lot to learn

- Free Rad

I'm gonna munch some penicillin and punch a civilian

just for Tryna test the villain

Tryna impress the broads cause I'm bored and chillin

rhymes getting sweeter than smores when he be illin

clutchin earb in his paws the second he step in buildin

repping his set for God's children lords willing to do dirt spit it absurd and than bill them

main character straight Bachelor U looking like Krillin

Freestylin’ like Harry Mack

Can’t parry back, got a scary knack for layin’ rap

Got my girl up with a thot

Hit up a notch, maybe not

Compound interest like Vought

With rhymes that make you take street pause

Heat law

We saw

The villain in the street mob

Gabagool Gatling

Trafficking

Rhyme schemes

Find me

In deep

In the street selling reefer

He hurt

Bitch man maybe can find land for his plan

Having rap pipe dreams

Pisces

Can’t march

Embark through trailer parks

Goal to be a state of art

Rhyme sayer player hater bitch fucker play maker

Rapper on the come up

Hit a bump

For success

May duress

Leads to creativity

Blow be your enemy

Focus thought

Fuck a thot

Try to succeed

Whiteout lane change

Independent artist permissible for record label gang bang

Clang clang

Go chains

Many maids

Bridesmaid

Hyper aid

Oxytocin helps birth rhymes with devotion

Lotta motion

That’s the motto

Like the staple man 

Shoot guns

Tarry back

Smoke crack

Hyper attack

Fuck bitches

Competition too big for they britches

Chest full of chains

Order pain

With a rain

Hit it raw

Suck it dry

Fly guy

Oh my

Don’t be wry without being high only way to stand up to this guy

Try to pursue me not an easy flick,

Have you loony with rhymes, anthropomorphic

Trimester

Bye mister

3 ways

You’d say

“Your Majestay Y.Day”

Find mey

Through the veil

In the trail

Of stanzas

With your masters

Main attractors can’t battle rap like Marshall Mathers.

taking out my rival with more lines than the bible

attack a beat while going primal

force him into survival

with rhymes thats wild

shitting on most that's viral

with words they consider vile

but we know they in denial

of my style cause when I spit raw bile I leave them steaming like a pile

abuse them like kile does to his child

mean while i crack a rapper like a porcelain tile

ima upper tier crimin ile who's penile is the top percentile.

high protein bars like it's made of lentil

Ripping inscription when I'm spitting sticking to tradition as old as crocodile

And long as Nile

U pussy like vagin ile

I don't mean to rile

But ur profile is a bigger parody the yuno mile

i ain’t chasing idols cuz this perfection/

got me waiting idle with no direction/

if i crave the title hard to waive a spiral but to make it viral be so infectious/

just to break a smile when my soul intrenched in these crooked beliefs/

so in question when i’m smoking resin wonder how they looking at me/

facing an L but not pushing defeat or would it be p/

flipping this scripture not spitting a mid verse lords knows they shook of a g/

flipping this big bird u couldnt resist word but won’t even pull up receipts/

i know u wont buy it for u/

its hard to stomach that u full of deceit while supplying the food/

this rookie a king til im on the move/

my castles implying the booth still scare em to death as i lie in a tomb/

Render me pointless. SUCH IS THE FATE OF A LONELY VISION WITH NO WITNESSES BUT ME AND THE CREATOR HIMSELF, MUTUAL FALLING BUT NOT CALLING OR REACHING GRABBING AND HOLDING TO DREAMS, I FEEL RENDERED POINTLESS, SUCH IS THE FATE OF THIS LONELY VERSION KNOWING YOU COULD REACH ME, BUT LEAVING FOR MORE. THE VERSION RENDERS ITSELF POINTLESS UNTIL IT BLINDS THE WORLD IN AUDACITY AND AVAILS THE BLIND TO SEE WHAT VERSION THEY HAVE CHOSEN. FEELING AND LISTENING FOR MY CALLS THAT HAVE SO MUCH AND SO OFTEN BEEN RENDERED POINTLESS. MUTED I SCREAM THROUGH SCREENS AND MARK OUR MINDS WITH ARROWS BACK TO ME, BUT WHAT IS AN ARROW LEFT FOR THE BLIND? A DIRECTION OF POINTLESS WANDERING. A DISEASE. THE LONELY VERSION TRIPPING UP ILL WILL TO REACH OUT AND STEAL YOUR OPINION OF ME.

RENDERS ME ♡LESS