#rapfame_official #rapfame_moderator #rapfame_awards #rapfame_ar_team #boombap #oldschool #eminem #krs-one #battlerap #rap #new2022 Morph (explicit remake) intro: Yo... verse: When I wrote these excellent verses with hidden messages, It took me some great carefulness and timeless effortness, Then I coded my scripts, And made sure snitches couldn't decypher to put encryptions on it, So the content written was in pencil at first, Complexed, Catchy with a few swirls, Twists and turns, Perplexed, As I wanted every word to fit and be perfectly said, Then encrouded it with an eraser again, For you not to be able to copy it, Make you think that somehow my pen was possessed, By my genius thoughts obsessed, While you call a priest with an crucifix to come perform an exorsist, The Demon from within, Instead, Was me in possession having an obsession with the ink! / Lone Ranger on the back of a black horse, Rayman Danger in the front seat of a white four door fiesta Ford, About to kill this stock beat, The way a poisonous deaths talker scorpion stalking before dead stinging it's eat! / Beast from the east, Coming out from indornment, Spitting fire over the microphone like a dragon morphed, While lines get drawn ordinated, Alone in the booth orphaned, 'Code Named : Mo®ph Mo®phi∆n' Blow shit up out of proportion, No clay today, Just a portion of sick ink in perpetual motion, More addicted than fucking amphitamines and morphines, My 'Parker Pen' is an antique ornemant, Kind of a 'hooligan', Writing rhymes like an 'Shakespeare', Standing out like an modern monument, A new statue in consonance with marijuana trees and alcoholic fountains in the gardens of parliaments! / Fuck it, Now who would have thought of it? Since '98 when I was just a kid in 4th grade been motivated, By the Lyrical Goat, The Great Eminem, So I wrote a song because my whole life he gave me encouragement, There is no motherfucking government, Nor congressmen with their whatever political documents that will be able to put a stop to it! / No time for fools, Robbed you from your 'Benji's', 'Crowns' and 'Diamond' jewels, Sell it off to the rip-off Jews, Right after I slaughtered you with my sharp cutting tools, Bitch! I consulate the rules and correlate my own damn ordinance, Not wealth opulent neither popular, But word populace, Have a lot of fucking ignorance and very cocky with cognizance, Unlike all the other fake occupants, I've got enough bliss to throw caution to the wind of the total opposites! / No nonsense as this is my own mixed condiments, Shut your fucking orifices bitches to avoid all unnecessary arguments, Or do you want to come at you like an arms dealer? Bring out my whack lyrical armaments, Optimised jets and autonomous jeeps, Launch and drop a nuclear 'Tsar Bomba' on you? 'Cause an arsonist to phone the fire department after he catches a fire anonymous? If you don't want to suffer the consequence, No time for omnibus, I have to do this once, Marvelous in synonymous, As if I'm a great novelist, Directing with confidence, No 'Poltergeist' 'Casper' or 'Ghostwritters' Honestly if you 'Stevey's' was wondering... (by BigDaddy 🤬 Rayman)