Ill-formal Literature Freestyle

Im out to get rich/ leavin bodies in the ditch/

fuckin different chicks/ lookin like Will Smith in Hitch/

spreadin forest fires every time I spit/ im am so sick put ology behind it/

cause Tech never invented shit/

probably an oddity an apostle every eye should see/

part of me is a God the other half a rappin prodigy/

go ahead talk your shit its clear it is just jealousy/

im just cookin up my recipes/ remedies of a mad man out to set a legacy/

out to fulfill my prophecy/ reignin death on other rappers audibly/

from the same ideas im just a better quality/

will i end the drought of shitty music/ possibly/

I have the magical touch that will make a paraplegic walk again/

symphony of destruction closest thing to the apocalypse/

sickology/ thats Tech 9 terminology/ recreated in my rhyme/

brightest shinin star that even astrology couldnt find.

usin ill-formal Literature to spit every single line/

if your gettin away with murder then I guess is it isnt a crime/

leave em layin bloody like a Tarantino movie/

motion picture shooting Al Pacino's little friend/

say hello before I blow you into little bits/

split your dome it'll be like a puzzle with missin pieces/

if the rap game wants a treaty im not here to make peace/

im simply here cause im greedy/

im here cause im needy wantin money alot to keep my family eating/

i want a big house and a lot of fast cars but with time comes more success/

i will take time to make sure im the best.