Helementary
• Written by LOUIE2G
I'm in my zone, I'm in my lane all by my own.
If you need me to explain, then bell my phone.
You all know, Creating flames with microphones.
I do this all day repeatedly, like a clone.
With my tracks you know the violence I condone.
Ironic I write for cliques/clicks, but I write alone.
The way I'm artistic with it, the range in tone.
I want my art credited but my life unknown.
Started off just writing rhymes up in my home,
Now I'm still doing that but I'm on my throne.
This mic is my sword lift that shit up out the stone.
They telling me I'm dope, Lines straight off the stove.
Whippin' this shit instantly up like I'm mixin'.
Give a double a dose of writtens, Like addiction.
My flow is wicked just as sick as style o' diction.
Wordplay off the hook, where is my next victim?
My lyricism, has encountered criticism,
From people who don't rap or have interest in it.
Hand me an instrumental I swear I'll rip it.
Spitting witty rhymes 'till I'm finished with it.
I'm like an unlimited clip the way I spit it,
I never run out of lines, it's like natural instinct.
The flow comes automatic like your extinction.
The delivery just as natural as life existence.
I'm killing everybody who stands in my way,
Maybe not literally but with what I say.
I've been working on this shit okay? Like everyday.
The only time I took a break was yesterday.
And that was for a half hour anyway.
I'm talking to your girlfriend, in a friendly way.
how she tells me im better in every way
must upset you, maybe you'll have luck in turning gay.
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About the Artist
LOUIE2G
Member since December 23 2014