Freestyle #1

I always tell the truth even if it Leads to my Death

At the Moment, My Freedom is Blessed

I Show No Mercy to Opponents,

Battling only Works with Certain Components

I exist in-between a Circle of Moments,

Smoking the Herbs that are Potent

I'm Sorry' if i Hurt ya Emotions with the Words that I've Spoken

My Intellectual Properties is bigger than a Third of the Ocean

Want to Duel? Take two step forwards and we can Meet in the Middle

This is my Art, Fuck a Pen, I can make a Piece with a Chisel

My Rhymes are Free and Abysmal

Raised by the Streets, I can make a Beat off a Brick Wall

 

I hold Weight, Everyday a New Ton

Bags under my 'Isaac', Grinding to the Laws of Motion