Some Questions i Had

You've just made contact, my page of bomb raps

delays the thoughts that you saved for contact

My train of thought doesn't spray exhaust

It's off the tracks and let's face it, lost

My grip on reality slips while balancing

Lost in the ocean with one of those ballast things

...when the sharks are coming in

I guarantee they aren't gonna come just to swim

I'm looking for a foothold, anything to stand on

Something I can symbolize for this damn rap song/

 

Soon as i can stand strong i'm coming for you, got it?

Thinking of your weapon, wishing you had brought it

Stay on topic, I'm just about to drop shit

Got your hands shakin like you're caught trying to shoplift

..so listen to me, and don't do it loosely

I've got new beats and a ton of new looseleaf

I'm sick and know it, spit shit like a poet

Love how you flow, kid, you know you gotta notice it

..laying tracks tell your friends play it back

Adding influence to the new name of rap

You better remember me, I never pretend to be

a contender whose efforts are done pretentiously

 

These questions that I had had me guessin like mad

Expressing my raps when I pen'em in black

Again with the slack, what is it with rap

I need to sit back, crack my back, relax

I'm fear itself, I'm a conscious enemy

You were told to fear me by John F Kennedy

I'm striking like a cobra, striking like a pose does

Striking with both gloves, wiping your nose blood

Finally I'm done, now I'm numb in the tongue

From spitting so long that I bleed in the gums.