Brain

Rapping every single day it's in my day pattern,

If I never did I'd have my brain splattered, It's time to time to take action.

Up on it and break habits. Take gadgets children pulling up tablets,

I just sat there with my pen and pad, I'd lyrically spray bandits.

I'm in a play palace, Walking around labelled as a straight savage.

Everything I did consisted of the wicked tricks, On my pad of course,

Because I'm Lyrically Gifted. Every time I rap my mood is lifted.

I think of a place for people like me it's the rap village.

Favorite liquid was ink, It fueled my pen while I fueled it with thoughts.

Food for thoughts if you thinking I'm dark you would be wrong,

Because I'm sinister, Running up on the nearest prime minister,

Sorry, my mind is similar to a prisoner's. My finisher is signature,

Unique, I am my pen and pads administer, I just sit here and give them food

called lyrics, I barely have some gimmicks or mystics.