First song, yeha. RNC spitting deadly, bars on this track An I ain't a rapper to rap about drugs or crack. Sit back, don't listen to close or you might get burnt, you won't have learnt my bars, they're out of this world like they're from Mars, so every time you look up at the stars think of my rhyme. Nah I ain't like Pump and I ain't like 6,9 I don't shout about shooting people and committing fake crimes. Spitting on this track, is making me think back to when I couldn't rap, this app makes it easy to write, but all I've heard is, this bitch that bitch, can't we switch back to rap with skill, no drugs, bitches or any motherfucking snitches. Enough of that, you won't know me, I've only just got here, I'm RnC, there ain't much to say apart from I'm a fire emcee. I just need a crew that can rap too, no mumble, a humble fire crew. Well that's my View, also I want a crew that don't stand down from a battle, they fight for eachother too. okay fuck it I'm done, HMU you wanna make a crew