Untitled Unbroken

Ayo

my name is supplanted in the thoughts of these streets

aint no other dawg in the rap game coming close to what I seek

a mansion, with 20 plus rooms and endless garages

all the shit that u niggas boast be faker than mirages

now

catch me drive up to the studio with the ballpoint and looseleaf in hand

I got shit to say, always got shit to say

so fuck yall with this ghostwriting shit

yo

i can feel my ribcage maneuvering

time to teach these thugs a thing or too about rap tutoring

first you start off with the inspiration at your disposal

without that, your pen n pad gets thrown in the disposal

bag

filled with rats mice and other cretins that could probably spit better than you

and make hits better than you

appear in billboards and ads

while you sit on your knees so long praying needing some kneepads

and envying all the college and high school grads

so ok well now

allow me to present to you storytellin, punchlines, and wordplay

there this tale of a man like you

who spat nothing but bullshit

and that bravado cool shit

without substance except sub-stints(subway ad)

niggas compared him to turdplay

cuz he stay playing with words like how a pre schooler would

sloppy and messy without conjuction

ohp there goes another deduction

in ya life span

better try and hurry up

catch up

cuz theres emcees all over the world

who aint into that thug shit

coming for that crowm