Perfection
• Written by Masked
From the start comes heat
Hard to the beat
From all of these calls that I'm hard on the street
Hard to sleep, hard to breath when I'm freezing
Hard to rap when my throat is seizing
Please man, I'm trying my best
Why's it that line every single fucking line is a test
Rhymin's the best
hah
Rhymin's a test
When you don't know a melody my mind is obsessed
Infest, the closest, the nearest victim
I need a host thats why I pick them
I don't kill well yah thats fiction
A need for blood is my newest symptom
yeah
With a deadly sting
Out goes the lights
Its a boxing ring
Here come the fights
Instinct i'll bring
No more human rights
Martin Luther King
fuck it
Im more deadly than cobra
don't try to stand, this shit is ovah
you aint a man
you a fucking clovah
dont understand
its curtains, hold up
Hold the damn phone AHHHH
Okay, okay,
When a rhyme gets dropped, it hits the bottom and reaches the top
The bars low, But itll never stop, rising if u get in my way u get shot
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Masked
Member since February 14 2014