#SOTV this was a dead verse so decided I'd record it and post it 👌 Alright step back, its attack time, played around much on my last rhyme, had to push limits like  gas mileage, figure out all my tactiles, plus confidence was a black cloud, throwing lightning down, till i passed out, but i conquered that with a mic, so ill stay vibing till i'm laid south, nobodis here, to amaze  crowds, and to claim crowns, make you stay whiled, in a trance locked like a safe dial, while i grind minds into paste, youll be encased standing in place by a whole a cage made from these sick bars, as i speak problems like sitcoms, going beast mode, let my hyde show,  i'm pissed off, let my mind go, with these harsh flows like a fire hose, been stepped on more than sidewalks, so no surprise if i die alone. no regrets if my music blows, even if not, ill keep it close, my medics gon always need a home, so rest at ease within my dome, a microphones my lifeline, been writing my whole lifetime, i take pride in it when i scribe lines, unlike all the new guys in the rap game, who just lack shame, and just jot same, lyrics all day, from the favorite songs that they all bang, that has 4 words then its all bass. then jibber jabber , who blah bleh. sticky bobby wakka hudawar way? betty booter lotta with la la lae poddy wog and folly . like stfu , y'all say anything real in that heartbreak? large stakes like a quarter cut off a dinosaur for my hard plates. I play hard, y'all hardly play. I speak my mind like spitting grey. matter not if Ive been away. just hear a beat then I demonstrate. no problem found. just ventilate. a conversation with a tempo placed. a steady juggle at any pace. I find a way when I want a piece. then chill a bit with my jauna leaves. just kick it back like soccer teams. pick apart my broccoli. then rinse repeat . wash machine.