Freestyle Part 3

Came on the scene Game changed at my feet Every step like a beat Every breath like a speech No sweat I don’t stress like the knees Of a greasy old fiend I feel the eyes on my back My lack my demise on their mind Mac mine let them try Have d on your street like he’s catching your eye Next thing that swing gunna put a crack to your side A young poet you know it Give some respect Lethal dialect the flow is sowing you in check Like the needle in threads One dream one theme untouched You can’t compete with one love This hip hop don’t stop And In my grave when my time is done Until the end of days is when My rhymes get spun Real I’ll like I’m sick with the flu Sick shit that I spew Infecting other kids too But what can you do Got a gift gotta spit till I’m through Gotta spit till I’m through