freestyle not too shabby

 

My mind is confined inside my rhymes and it's some crazy shit

Maybe its the hazy spliff that i've been blazing the days since my patience was fading and had lately slipped

I have surpassed this craft with the path that i have passed and walked

Rappers talk about amassing a massive stash of cash 'n' pot

That's why their passion stopped, Rap is like a barren land where famine dropped

I'll attack ya'll in a battle tank ready to damage your baffled camp, unless they pay a ransom cost

So i kidnapped a random kid from a salvaged yacht that was hit by my cannon shot

Then i hatched a plan to crack their slackened locks and hack their mansion vaults

 

You are nothing but a fading phantom

That had shaking spasms and never fathomed his failing talent

Even if you were brave 'n' gallant, you will always have that quaking habit

For the sake of the planet, don't lay in waste like a faggot

Plan it, Never forsake your aims and panic, just play the game with tactics