#UST #Fire #Best #Rap #OwnWritten #Trending #SuperStar #Lyrical #Inspiring #CrazyFlow #Lyricist #Amazing #Talented #Talent #GOAT #Flame #100%PenGame I writ this spit to rip split this shit in two minds until I shift this Witt to dig swift pits into mines in til' I hit this switch to fix shit quick in til' there minds find this mind I'm confined within is too Intel lit gent's see Y I'm defined as this miss fit when this shit mind I'm in, is a find as refined as a precious ass is in a mine is that I stick my dick in the cavern's of this carbo-nit wit miner's gold diggin' wife thats been impressed by my minds mine that I pressed in her with cause I'm dick like im so rock hard that I tried ta press her inta diamonds for life, her impressions were first silent until she turned it from cryin' inta screams of delightment until she climax so hard from this lyrical enlightment that she climbed in on my life ta the point i point out that she now came ta my side bitch get it side bitch cause now she's on my side as my ride or die bitch cause she loves my dick an that is why you can't find her she's mine bitch, cause what I write left so many impressions in your wife you'd swear she'd been hit by porcupines the way my pen is is always stuck inside her mind, I'm slayin' any bitch who thinks they can pick a fight with me well then pick up the pen bitch and try to get me pinned, I swear your head will spin so fast that when I rap you'll be caught in my web an when this spider I is climbs in combined with the venom I-v drip Pen you'll be dead an there ain't shit you can do about it! I'm just not you, No matter what I do I disappoint an lose every Job I do, an I'm gettin' to the point where I'm startin' too come unglued, It's 'bout time to be tryin' something new, I-magine your sittin' round, an you don't know how, your hearin' those sounds, inside of you callin' out, while your blinking in and fading out, boy what's it now, Hesitation isn't how your breakin' out, I know you hear them playin' loud, but your sick boy, quit playin' around, be-in' weird ain't helpin' you fit in any-how, so here are these meds, please take them down, an get up off the ground, see isn't it better, I think you're more than ready now, little do they know you'll never be normal, an how you were never born to fit in too formal, so pretendin' to dress up in suits for gig's only just re-begins this neverendin' perfect vicious circles rotations again, this torment of disappointment it needs an end, when it's answer has always been within whom it is that I am, an it's hard to commit when his parents couldn't see what his musical talent truly represents, as it's, just another hobby to them, not a calling or means to an end, so why is it when this time, I ignore them instead of the music within, I know this vicious cycle of shit will finally cease to exist an along with it an exit door will open again with his window of opportunity where his destiny then begins....