Fromdatomb$ (Freestyle)

Tryna make a mark with wit

You ain't sparkin' shit, all this bark yet you a bitch

Such dedication to ruin your own reputation

Villainous arts in the makin', this ain't no conversation

This a battle of replacement, immoveable object, unstoppable force

Now you fallin' off short, ignored the past 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 disses

Gonna sink, washed out, rank bitches

After this shit, he gonna wanna play victim

Haters boost your drive, awful destination

Your name awaitin' its desolation, intuition of my revelation

As I grew, I respect the effort, you tried to show 'em

Growin' colder and colder, death right next to your shoulder

Boom, its over, diggin' yourself lower and lower

You dumb or stupid? I find your presence completely useless

Didn't affect us at all, what a shame, amused, entertained

But you're doomed to be consumed by the tombs

Death of Tewsly resumes, due to these tunes

The date is due, expiration, wasted yo own moves

Pastin' that same shit.

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Uh, Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

Costume fakes, actors of the greats, unacceptable fate

Claimin' he's like Eminem, Bam, I'm endin' 'em

Nigga thinks I can't respond, I'll air him out

Ain't no sparin' now, you had a shot

Still have my spot, ego feedin', false information from your own teachings

Some people aren't met for rap, never got the message? Now you receive it

Dropped your own version of Revival

Now has the audacity to try to make an arrival

Food for thought, still, my mind full

You searchin' for tactics of survival cause yo life dull

Best you be deported from the mic though

I'm right, ho, not everybody can go, this a fight bro

Beautiful when a life goes.

Pourin' a soul for an unachievable goal

Wizardry, readin' the scrolls of the secrets untold

Lets see how this shit will unfold.