yo put hands in da sky

hey erybody it Hillboythrilla/ The microphone killa/ Yo put your hands in da sky/ Im hillboy at heart/ grew up on quincy hill straight brute force/ My childhood was free roaming around little town of coburntown /ride fourwheelers to three wheelers / head to rock pile climb on top the sandy hill/ get to the top obsorb the sereny give you straight chills/ yo ima Hillboythrilla the thrilla of show like the thriller action movie yo/ keep spitting these raps dont care if A.R rap fame dont like quailty of them/ yeah there just shitty phone tracks/ talent will unfold more Hillboythrilla spit flow like on repeat / Ima reaper of rap game /im out ta kill the beat everytime that music touches rap fame/ these beats get boring could still rap while ima old man snoring/ corny like corn maze/ rap lyrical scary like scarecrow /scaring all the other rapper away/ know im coming top charts mane/ flow soaring call me bald eagle swoop down taking these other rapper out my lane / yeah im passinate rapper stuck like mud bogging everytime spit flow hogging the lane. no room for other fish to swim Im the sinner of the sins /keep grind on grinding/ put down whatever come to mind letting my raps unwind like tinker toy off american pickers/Im clear thinker non alcoholic drinker/ career taking off like upchurch hollywood multi talented artist he the best music singers/ keep grinding like bad wheel hub bearing not caring what other ungrateful people have to say my rapper name Hillboythrilla Im here to stay keep on wining the fan base of rap fame.