Pure Skills

Pure Skills This goes out to anybody that clowned me Thought I was a corny wannabe that listened to hard gangsta music Don’t get too optimistic if you can’t make the switches My favourite song for Christmas is The Grinch by Trippie I want the energy to be vicious, check my wishlist Look at my wishes, in the box, none of them have been ticked yet Like a driving ticket, I’m speeding a red light for business No license to kill or drive, don’t drink and drive when you witness me In person just for seconds, you staring at a future legend I got the skill to make a killing when you speed the road for my filling I fill your bars up, your mistakes are overwhelming, I’m willing to keep going For a millennium, like pennies that try to kill us, I hold your ass up like pillars In the buildings, look at the skill I possess with my possession, come to my position Feeling some bliss and now I change the way that you feeling The rap that I spit can change future generations I cut your arm off, you became a lefty, wrong arm actually I bring the logic intellectually delivering bars alphabetically Felonies upon you not me, squeeze yo ass out some cheese For that reason I show you the definition of being me [BRAKETZ] stand for Bars Ruthless, Artistic Killer, Energy Top, Zero… limits I murder bars like a murder weapon, blood on my hands I have no license to kill, don’t stop me from charismatic People may disagree, but I am the person that best knows me Give you chills, I don’t take pills, I make you heal from addictions The same rhythm the whole time with kills on my killing, Brack 8