I keep on working on,

I keep on working on, rip raps non-stop, a daily marathon, call me LL, something like a phenomenon, I could even drop bombs, with the kango suit on, what's the difference between me, and the rappers on CD, they covering Mr lamb, like they is some CBs, it's like they need me, getting greedy, listen don't see me, please believe me, you'll repeat me, cannot beat me, I leave leaks that could fill the Great lakes, make no mistake that's a hell of a bold take, make the record scratch you turn and rotate, can't deny me I know this is fate, it's like the devil keeps setting me up, hold me down like air underwater I'm coming up, it's inevitable, through the bull and the tricks, it's a hell of a mix, the way I'm making this s***, half dead and half alive, half struggle and half strive, this cursed existence of life, must have done something wrong to pay this price, it's a good thing I'm nice, cuz this world's not, like a bratty little kid, with the nose snot, your body rots, soon after followed by the spirt, unless you call God, he speaks back and you hear it, test it, and you'll know it's legitimate, I guess that's where I get most of my thoughts, and my lit spit, my lip spits dangerous, bust a buster deranged as this, maintaining hits, it's just me and my phone, and some headphones on, I think I'm doing a good job, repping nice for Sean,