Venting smoke and
what I meant, ain’t in the sentence spoken
Spent the token making sense
Of being bent and broken
But my pen can open emotions
And let this vengeance soak in
I’ve been awoken to oceans you won’t attempt to float in
Talent that I’m tapping into
Just can’t be challenged on the track I’m lapping the fastest sprinter
And at the center of my heart it’s darker than last December
My past has been to where you enter and don’t last the winter
Make cats surrender when I injure rats like master splinter
They turtle-slow, I murder flows, you’d swear I’m half a ninja
Or rap’s inventor
Slap your mentor, let ‘me learn a lesson
Discerning questions turned aggression to my word obsession
Further progressing my flow homie
Slowly,
Rolling, holy moly
Gets cold when I’m lonely
Mixing poetry with some Stoli
‘Cause no one consoled me
No one would love me
No one to hold me
No one to hug me
There’s no one as ugly
No one below me
No one above me
So no one can judge me
I don’t solely control me
Trust me the subject is touchy
I won’t ask you to feel this
Think the mass is appeal-less
But when your cash disappears, you’ll swear that my raps is the realest
Heal us, were damaged and rotten
All my manners forgotten
But I ain’t begging your pardon, darling
You’re scamming and plotting
You don’t fool me a second
Get unruly and reckless
You ain’t stupid, you knew this
Soon as you threw me a record
Don’t disrespect or mistake it
I’m addressing the naked
SUMiT- I’m coming from nothing
Feels like I’m destined to make it
Ain’t afraid I’ma blow it
I’m insane and I know it
But there’s no way you can claim that I ain’t that great of a poet
Show it on every endeavor
I’m as ready as ever
Tell me, how many are better?
Sever the heavy and clever
Never threatened or nervous
My reception is service
Your rejection expected
Met his direction and purpose
SUMiT AllUP
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Harsh weather
Bred in a lost era
But anything remembered can never be lost, ever
It’s all set up as fiction in falsetto
No one’s putting them together or spitting their bars better
Kid don’t really give a shit ‘bout who’s rich and what costs cheddar
Couldn’t get a tighter fit, I could knit a Lacoste sweater
..I set the bar ‘lo
Never had it all, but I’m asking where’d it all go
From the start I was rapping with a raw flow
Ain’t following my thoughts, and they’re telling me to talk slow
Guess only God know
Why the Son allows the darkness and the stars show
Ain’t stupid or superstitious
I’m lucid and ludicrous as a lunatic losing lists of the humans that do exist up on Jupiter, doing dishes
Still swoop in and scoop your misses like Cupid just blew ‘em kisses
Hooping and shooting swishes
Use humor if you insist that it’s funny I’m underrated
‘Cause I become the greatest when money is unrelated
Now a deal would never feel fair
I don’t give a fuck, Cheers
Here’s to being still here
AllUP