BEAT BY ALIEN TIM Either bright day or during night rain, might be the end of days, Depending what you clowns say, end yours if you're in our way. Bullshit is what they have to say. The toxicity you spray, might put you in an early grave. Trying to spit, fat lip, ego got in your way. These rappers look full enough, it's time for me to fuckin fill my plate. Dinner date, my buffet, clicks and likes, oh gourmet, but they ain't fucking with me yet, just foreplay. one thing I do know. When I do blow. gonna reduce the debt I owe to these toads, these leeches and these hoes. That's why I am making money making loads, saving some to buy abodes. Then they all gonna know, Like lava Lilune got that fire flow. I remember being only 16 years old, working full time, no guardian, no home, sleeping in the cold, imagine what that does to your soul. now we go even further back then, I was only 10 heading on a stroll selling drugs to buy some bread or a motha fuckin roll. I remeber chilling, it's sublime I was playing ocarina of time, we all heard banging outside, so all goes quite, thump thump 'police warrant' and now everyone hiding. They bust through the lock, just a bit before we all hit the back door, runnin through the woods in my socks from the cops. Running hard through the raindrops. That night I got lost, slept in the grass and woke to the morning frost. Got so sick because of that shit. Thus, the faith I had in my family was lost. Now I'm grown, shit can't get much better, both my parents are dead, and I am broke to these debters. I can't keep a job that's why I compose these rhymes like scribes composed letters. I work hard everyday to get better and better, one day I hope to surpass some of these fake as trend setters, push back to where they belong, mumble rap can pack it's crap and begone. Take the stage, kick back and make myself at home. You say I can't then let's scrap let me bust the knuckles of your dome. Music is my destiny and the rap game is my home. Don't fuck with my recipee, it's better left alone. I got that secret sauce, A style all my own. Making green, just like moss you the new hire and I'm your boss. I prepare for victory, you prepare for loss. remember the name Lilune more music coming soon my first song in the game and as I evolve and my styles change my one desire as money gained to remain real and my mental state unchanged. I don't want to be some of these artists tied to their previous passion by chains. peace.