Ocho Cinco
• Written by SPITTRIP
Killing the competition, without any permission,
ive been rapping and this shit is like my second addicition,
my weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,
bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,
my life's like a movie no need for a description,
bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,
i had a vision of what ive writtin,
that id hit every single word in pin point precision,
sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,
i got a dictionary in my head in other words middle finger to education,
attention attention, theres a way of getting to first position,
its not about getting connections,
its about saying the words that won your selection,
in this game you'll have to live with rejection,
like everyone else but it takes time for it to be your profession,
in other words think like Germany kill your competition,
then take over the world and start a revolution,
you got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,
after that theyll get on there knees and get ready for execution,
they say my words shock em ' electrocution,
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SPITTRIP
Member since December 18 2013