real and fake part 1

Hate me or love me Some people hate me cos I’m good and they ain’t Talk about morals compared to them I’m like a saint I paint a picture so vivid that’s true but don’t get confused because I talk about the fake Some people hate me cos they think that I’m bad but they should contemplate and concentrate on all of the politics and topics debated you might think I’m late but I think my timing is an immaculate state or place or space or aced the whole race crave for being brave and I ain’t the only one in the rave that’s straight up inflated with greatness and wait, do I have to even state or say, the material we’re made of is refined clay, don’t believe me you can read the holy book or even wait until you meet the one that completed us and defeated lust concrete and dust when you compete with us gets depleted on your weak thin mug at a speed so fast you don’t need no cars to beat your arse in defining the whole meet with pars or your meat getting scars then deleted because you repeated masked immoral weakest large amounts and sheets of haram and you mean to agree to the evil ones to stampede with greed but you get seated fast ready for heated blast on your cheeks and hearts gna be in parts like a fat asteroid leaving mars in craters in space and the space dust wastes into nothing like you see from vapours. Too late for a saviour. Bullshit ego with behaviour. I got better things to do than affect your bitch even though she’s probably choosing to be even with us. It’s easy to judge a book by its cover, but realise deep inside who’s your mother, deep as it slides we all need our brothers, with respect and loyalty to one another, can’t determine the value of a sister therefore defend with all of your strength don’t bother, testing or arresting real ones cos your initially investing the best things to suggest things to get rid of messed things without using weapons but surely we gotta if the enemies proper sabotaging without asking a lot of questions to get on top of the dilemma the world faces it’s hotter if the world disgraces the god of creating so stop chatting shit about nothing, get on your case and try do something, keep it discreet and secret that’s neat and keeping it far from reach of the real enemies reading. If you realised the bigger side is the enemies hating and you really looked me in my eyes you would rated me but it’s easy to follow the bigger crowd because it blatantly safe to say popularity is the gate to great playful ways with space all day to freestyle your console away. Ain’t it funny and it’s easy to laugh. Because that’s happiness but they don’t know more than half of what we’re allowed to calve in the path of darting to mars but we already beyond that with a strong chat about how long that takes us to stay in combat with a long chap that sings a song that we’re in the wrong that’s a load of King Kongs shit and a rats crap coming out your mouth pat your back for slapping out that bullshit that lie and then get a full clip surprise bursted on your balls hips and eyes you fucking mug wannabe thug uglier than a deformed pug no offence you rat that has the guts to talk about stuff living in the gutter your levels below my devils that show a metal crowbar coming straight for your dome you ain’t got a home never clever to get a clone one day with the same brain wave you donut get the fuck out of here your flesh your bone your soul even on its own ain’t worthy to stand in front of the throne. Ain’t it funny how it’s called console like are they tryna con a soul I’m on a role to overhold an attack not just for me but for the whole of world if you think I’m actually right and not spite in front of me or backbite like pure scrutiny then ride my wave of light that would sever nether benders or ender man pretenders in a fight while we serve us drinks that make us take flight for the haymaker like slay a faker slice several times to alike a tray of baked cake thrown away cos we only eat the part that’s nice. Let me make this clear, if you vision this correct then you break this fear, of unlocking knowledge >> that’s an opinion but a fact at the same time >> so if you want to rate this hear just use your grateful ear, and every make of dear - made soulful plates that’s near enough bigger than a diamond planet or some craters valued genuinely over the level of what this waste can clear with his doe but you know he wouldn’t though and if you know that he did just wait and sincere-ly ask our maker aka our creator for some guidance and I’m sure he would’ve gave you mere-ly enough light that would singe a little guy annoying as a fly and our god has got the blatant share that could be misunderstood - what I mean is incomprehensible - that I mean * you just man it got the flow and brang it any nuisance just bang it like the bass and your voice everywhere we still here standing Join the ship Or stay underneath tryna rise up quick Join the boat Or stay underneath tryna get to our level and float