I Could Drop the beats and be lyrical my flow is descent wit out being spiritual the gift of rap like me is a MIRICLE and I do believe in em cause dudes live like every day wit diseases in em while I party over seas wit Air force ones and denim so dont tell me about god just cause I dont pray when life gets hard just get up from the rubble and move on to the day 2 day struggle aint concerned wit drugs but aint the type of dude that preach the word to thugs dont give hugs but to my homies I do spread luv let that b known cause ill live like that till im grown but at 14 i still hold my own but still remember my home and what I was tought if u dont do crime u cant get caught but I do like to listen thats how I know sumwhere in tha book my life is written the ups and downs the times I smile the times I frown from the first steps till im under the ground from sunrise till sundown Im a put the gundown and live 4 what its worth pound for pound
that was pretty good man im julissa the one who juss wrote the one rite above u. ur pretty good. im 14 too i jus started freestylin and my stuff isnt all that...lol...
YOU MAY CALL IT PREACHIN/BUT I THINK OF IT AS SPIRITUAL TEACHIN/FOR ALL THESE WANNABES TALKING ABOUT KEEPIN IT REAL/ WELL AINT KEEPIN IT REAL THE SAME THING THAT GOT BIGGIE AND 2PAC KILLED/MAN YA REALLY NEED TO STOP AND THINK/CUZ WITHOUT GOD U CANT FIGHT THE BATTLE CUZ UR SHIP IS GONNA SINK...
i know alot about god / and ive seen death pain love and all/ i can speak the gossipl/ even throw dwn a rap with out even bein hostile/ or take a battle against me without holn grudge/ guess what only god can judge/ people speak about things that are so irrelavent/ talkin about they pop guns, buy drugs and start sellin/thinkin that / thats the way to go/ but i gotta tell ya ur walkin in a path alone in the darkness of the unknown/ speakin to ur self/ thinkn no one there to help so u put ur faith on the shelf/ but all u gotta really do is jus believe/ and remember gods with u and hes with me....
YOU MAY CALL IT PREACHIN/BUT I THINK OF IT AS SPIRITUAL TEACHIN/FOR ALL THESE WANNABES TALKING ABOUT KEEPIN IT REAL/ WELL AINT KEEPIN IT REAL THE SAME THING THAT GOT BIGGIE AND 2PAC KILLED/MAN YA REALLY NEED TO STOP AND THINK/CUZ WITHOUT GOD U CANT FIGHT THE BATTLE CUZ UR SHIP IS GONNA SINK... TOOK ME ABOUT 1 MINUTE TO THINK OF THT is a man , they may lose, I saw the data were the I SHUT THAT BULLSHIT UP PUNK IM YOUNG KHAOS MIDWEST IS WERE ITS AT CHUMP BETTER MOVE BEFORE THE PUMP JUMP TURN YO PUSSY ASS LIKE U ARE A FUCKIN WASTE OF CUM CEA
yo the rhymes i'm spitting its insane pop shyt homie put a glock to yo brain gonna inflect some pain all these bitches be tripping they jus jealouse cuz they aint got the rhymes that i'm spitting bitches keep talking bitches keep triping lay a mutha fuka out if i catch em slippin these words that i'm ce spiting aint close the glock i be gripping test me son its gonna be bullets u shyting bust u in da face wit dis deck thas what u get fo not showing any respect