UNDERSTOOD
• Written by Truse
I think that the way that the battle is, this is like a crit, a hit that is like a whip,
Had no intention of being a mean but it happened in my rapping,
Now I am stapping apologizing for rhyming badly music is home now I can it,
I made it brought it back just to understand it, I have kept it for so long,
Here have it, my raps are now sagging I am slacking got to pick up the pace,
to be a rapper to x factor, to rock to the stage, get the mic to spit freestyles,
from my face I have a place that I have to find even if I need to go through a,
Million lifetimes a billion different rhymes Truse is back from the grave a kid,
who will be big one day,