I have no problem proving my style underground rap indie labrl bars of words lines of the truth you heard im a motherfucking mc rebel a sheppard i dont follow the herd a lukeplatia style that stands out my vocals lead the way my rap voice I stand out pic up the mic I erupt spewing measures of bar lines blowing up like the volcano Pompeii crossing a fine line criticizing my fine ryhmes scattered with syllable lines each letter a timed mine you tried steppin to me you lost your fucking tounge vocal amputee vocalizing raps of mass destruction spoken mc version kim jung ung keep your mouth closed you come to me you let your tounge out leavong words dry hung out tounge tied all strung out I create lyrical ryhmes to feed the rap feind in me not spending nickels and dimes for a good time a rap reaper in the corn feild sickels and rymes