No Limits
• Written by Issah
'N They say I'm
Spittin my raps witta
Niggerish accent
Why cant you just accept the accent of my lyrical content
Don't listen to that,
Cuz then you missin the passion
Switchin' occupations and discriminations
Lookin' for the invasion I feel like a caged animal..... and
My style Is worth a thousand bucks
Went from the lowest pit of my life, robbing armored trucks
To having people say I suck
Now I'm at the top
And I cant be stopped
Again and again winnin 'til I'm
Stiff in a casket
Untill I learn that I was manifested
Murderin nursery rhymes
In life I've been deprived....Of the greatest things
Staying hungry not eating dinner some nights
Tired of letting people push me around
Until they learn that I can Fight
Then I rip him in half bitch
And Leave his ass with a switch
Been rejected by almost every girl I asked out
Thought I had homies but then they just fucking backed out
Where they at now?
Just so u niggas cant say
This isn't magic
Lyrical traction
Never slippin or crashin'
Not realizin' that my mom's was sellin' dope on the side
Remembering when The house was in trouble
I never cried
But I always lied To get what I wanted
Feelin free from flaws
Fuck these American Laws
Gettin' Rewards
Livin in past tense
Them pussies past tense
I just hit em and past tens
Evertime I turn on the TV there's a robbery on CNN
While you spendin ya cash gettin'
Expensive bags
Coach, Fendi, Givenchy tags
You forget about the people who dont have clothes
And wear Grocery Bags
Just to get to the mattress wit
Holes In it tryin' to get
Bitches wit asses and tits.
Envying the talented
I'm sick
Guess this a classic if you
Visit a class of kids
Instead Of preaching dumb shit preach about this
Single one parent households and drugged up kids
And Domestic Violence
Switch Benevolence and Adrenaline with the kid and him again
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About the Artist
Issah
Member since May 25 2015