I tried to freestyle

February, 22 2014 • Written by D-Long-

Rapping for three years and still pristine
Happen to free fears with guillotines 
Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean
This rap shit til the death of libertines
 
But I can't stay here
But I can't play here
When I rank A tier
But I can't say where
 
This quick shit spits with split spliffs
And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists
Switch bitch fit, rich kids with pitched
Sick tents getting stitched skits
Because everyone's make believe
Who hate to see what people brief
Of their real persona lethally 
So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

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D-Long-

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